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Dec 2012
weep not as men we are no longer
fled of even the semblance smallest
better now rip out that heart throbbing
put it in the gun,yes,it may think,not fire!
like my child Malala,saved by an angel automatic!
tear out the brains and give it to the bullets fiery
they may veer away thinking kindly, ashamed of us men!
Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit
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Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit  Here and There
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