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Rating: 3.1

I am a man now.
Pass your hand over my brow.
You can feel the place where the brains grow.

I am like a tree,
From my top boughs I can see
The footprints that led up to me.

There is blood in my veins
That has run clear of the stain

Contracted in so many loins.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 29 May 2019

" It is too late to start for destinations not of the heart" A beautifully conceived thought provoking poem.

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