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May 2014
Munch,
munching your voiceless scream
from thick air surrounding him all day long,
he screamed in all colors you painted,
in a nightmare, all night long,
healed, got up fit as a fiddle
in the new morn ready to face a day,
just the same as before,
the cycle  goes on.
Edward Munch, Norwegian painter, The Scream(1893)
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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