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G Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
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He walks along with the crowd
Tries always to be stand in his own
Not avoiding the crowd but liking them
Still he has his own intuitions to experience
Knowing well the crowd will be there
Whether someone quits in the ways
The trees continues to be part of thick forest
Though some of them uproots in years
So to think about this little world
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