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BALAJI MANOHARAN Sep 2019
I walked my walk, learnt people aren't permanent.
Remember this my tree, you'll just die in peace.
Must have been cold to get uprooted for nothing, while they say it's for their own thing.
Would be ironical if they make a diary out of your leaves.
And sure will they in joy, whilst leaving you to torment.

Rot you my trrrrrree.....
A tree that is ignored all through it's life, is the witness of everything that has happened around!
Sharath Ram Jul 2014
i sit still at the Streaks of light that pass above my eyefull head through the atmosphere at the poles where the radium lit aurora meanders through the crystal clear sky(cloudless) sometimes as when the sun sinks in behind the skimmed cream ice bergs or when the moon puts on its armour of silver.

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