Not A Secret..
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Let the dust be vacuumed,
To expose the polished beauty,
Not to be dusted with duster,
To spread the evil opinions further,
And make the people sneezers,
The dust is the dust, full of mites,
That can pierce the innocent fence,
To break away the spiritual defense,
Left in solitude to be quarantined,
Happy men may have sad thoughts,
The Courageous may have the weaknesses,
The weak may be stronger,
The gloomy face may carry good memories,
No one knows what hides where.
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