Clenched Fist To Op Palms
A Aniruddha Pathak
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All this and more is but mine,
So thinking we breathe life's breath,
Nothing whatso is mine,
So thinking prepare for death.
Born are we bare, a clenched fist,
Go op palms leaving laid feast.
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Reflections |07.11.16|
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