Velodrome
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Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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What was seen and heard
and stored inside sweet
in these mysterious memory bubbles
hitherto hydrogenated
floated, held high
get crumpled one after one
These dream balloons
so far carried in the highs
Hopes resemble flowers
where they bloom
yet sunsets are
a day-to-day reality
but dawns do bloom again
so also flowers and hopes
Life moves swiftly in circles
on a thrilling velodrome
myriad balloons, colorful, tied to it
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