he was a chooser
wanted a wife like mother
he could not find one
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one would heal another
one would'nt stand there
to see the sick one droop and wither
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what is this in me
which brings out the beauty in whatever i see
what is this in me
which brings out the friend in whomever i see
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A beauty with a duty
this beauty is not lost in its duty
the flower
with a charm and beauty of a young lady
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As i flew through
the corridors into that room
the woman screaming there
my mother to become
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Patriotism
the biggest mistake ever
divides from within
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You can see him standing tall a statue
amidst the sea in kanyakumari
right at the bottom of india
He was a poet who wrote short verses
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A lonely mom
where has dad gone
as this thought ran through me
a tear dropp woke me
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a non violence
followed just for gandhi's sake
definitely fails
...
The old grandpa of the house
sat in the courtyard of the house
that old house's open courtyard
with slant tiled roof on all four side
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