Along The Highway
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Indira Renganathan
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There were nude trees
Well seasoned by His hand
With His touch of resilience
Branching in many expressions
Like the many hands of a Goddess
After a sojourn later
On the return journey..
Wonderfully a wonder
They were freshly dressed
In His couture of a colourful taste
Their nudity hidden like does the attire
Of that Goddess freshly abluted
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