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Feb 2014
Are the words meant to carve
On them the filthy mind
Or the pent-up wrath?
Then fling them over
Our loved one, so close!

They are fragrant flowers.
They are precious diamonds.
They are holy scriptures.
They the soul of our confab.

Only unhealthy brains
Turn out to be sculptors.
Words are worthwhile.
They are what they are for.
Mohd Arshad
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