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Oct 2010
Many a moths around one flame
Life’s alluring inviting game
Many lose themselves; what to blame?
The desire to burn in is to blame...

This game goes on for fixed time
So long the wick burns cute a dame
The flame too has its demise tame!
Who sets this flirtatious game sublime?

-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
20th October 2010
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