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Jun 2014
Everything looks small
A drop of rain water
A single sand flake
Starting up of firewood
A water vapor to form a cloud
Blowing of a silent wind
When they grownup
I mean when they start increasing
We can see how worth they are
So as everybody
Initially we are small
And will become big
Finally in a stage to crack
What ever challenge
Confronts us
Babu kandula
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Babu kandula  Des Plaines, Illinois
(Des Plaines, Illinois)   
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