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Sursum Corda

Happens every day- WHAT? Confrontation ‘A’ism Vs. ‘B’ism- ‘X’ ism Vs. ‘Y’ism Thesis- Antithesis; synthesis- isn’t it consummate? Nothing exist called anachronism! Conflict; is the child and also father She is no Marx; Engels or Lenin oh folk! Pacific community is her one desire She’s not only red; also a capitalist bulk But, her much tilted eyebrows; heavy eyelids Wet cheeks- red eyeballs Desert- drought suffered those lips Through eye lashes acidic rain falls Blood stains; she stares at how bad they scent Sursum corda so that this ugly color may faint

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Date: 6/11/2013 4:22:00 PM
Pushpa, an interesting poem.......... expressive.... *Skat
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