Near My Mother.
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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Eyes wide with amazement
near my mother
I sat
On the roadside bench
moving the ground inside
in merciful love.
I watched alone.
The distant fields filled with flames
Of hatred and selfishness
condemned to burn to ashes
and be blown away by a fast wind
Into the valley of nothingness.
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