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Buoyancy burden

While I was searching a book to read in my old school Today maybe changed somehow modernized, There were lot of rooms, With many of the destitute instant of books. Anyway, however, I was swerved.. This is my own school why should I hesitate… The swot swingle … You’re my SCHOOL.. Swivelled on you Who could have changed you like this…? Distorted… I am completely distracted.. At least the basement may be kept.. I went on to search into, the basement My goodness, my school, everything distorted… .. recasted .. My sweet heaven you distorted, I am distracted.. I want to see the smile of the portia’s yellow flower.. Where is the doorway? And door steps of margosa? The premises, the sun kissing ground.. All for me unseen world? There is suddenly landslide: Divination , there is my teacher pulling me out, digging The landslide that covered me, the teacher with a mammoty I identified first teacher ever remembering. Now the light, my teacher…! Pursuit smile ..national uniform in white, How sweet he is…

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Date: 1/28/2016 11:24:00 AM
Nadarajah Kannappu, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love ** SKAT **
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