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Poetry
Drink Pure Water

An ageless curse bites.
You make it hard. O my pride,
I am changing the course of life.

A pinch of salt worsens
the taste of love. A knife kindles
the moon. The beads were falling.

The bullet has a cause.
You open the chest. Centuries get
ready for a moment of pause.

Pride (Ahhamkar) is the reason for many a fight in the history of man. There are always people who rub a pinch of salt on thhe wounds of both winners and losers. A moment of peaceful thought is the best preventive for any strife.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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