A Karma Yogi
I indira babbellapati
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at the last turn homeward
from a long walk
there stood a well-grown bird
with its tiny flexible neck
upward tied with a piece
of white cloth and it fidgeted
within the blindflod
it's not supposed to know
who's its killer nor
the table it's going
to decorate...
its purpose is
simply to serve
18oct2009
09.15hrs
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