shanmugampoem2008
Thursday, 16 October 2014
Go to the native to die
If you don’t live
Where your father and grandfather lived,
You will not be known as a whole
And when you die
You will not be seen as a tree falling
But mere a shoot wilting and forgotten.
25.04.2008
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