Stony, So What?
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Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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You tell me
Your heart that loves me
Is pure as dew water;
You tell me
You scribe my name,
There on every page,
Every new chapter
All scripts,
Written on water,
Melt away,
As soon as they enter,
Be they rich sweet or loving;
That really doesn't matter
You accuse me
A man of heart of stony walls;
I agree,
I hold no pretensions
Against your silly words;
They only amuse
You listen;
I engrave you red
On my solid heart;
That would last,
Won't fade away;
My heart stony;
So what?
May 24th 2008
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