Alms Of Diamond
P Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
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Stamped, and crushed under wheels
There lies on the rough road a flower
It bears my heart's colour
And the scent of my blood.
The aura glowing around
Is my beaming dreams
That never yield to death
Nor can be buried alive.
It flashes into my brain
A glow-fly's light in darkness,
'To a beggar a diamond is a stone
to throw at street dogs! '
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