The Pink Slip
U Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
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Years grow on
The palm trees
Like crescent moon
Under their weight, I swoon.
Until the summer rains
That lash at my window
Wash away my sins
Unabashed, I sin again.
Life has nothing to offer,
The wages of sin is death
Why should I yearn
For eternal life?
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