Cataclysm
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Indira Renganathan
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Sun is throwing
Fire woods
Volcano is spewing
pyre logs
Moon is burning
Like a setting sun
Calamity
Has no concern
For innocence
A lullaby on cold war
Breez is singing
Children
Are sleeping
On big soot beds
Who's writing
Epitaphs in the sky
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