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Jun 2013
Roots all are but in earth fixed
Blind,groping,for succor hungry
Aimless,embraced soiled,underground.
No longer hunger do I for mine now
History its to be rooted,death untimely,
Being rotten,eaten dryly weak,rejected
Let me be that airy tree fairy,breathing green
Spreading wings,feeding airs joyous,free,
Or a carcass dead,by mothers all deserted,
By nature connected, still life and beautiful!
Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit
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Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit  Here and There
(Here and There)   
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   Vijayalakshmi Harish
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