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Clara’s Fourth Birthday

Clara seemed self-conscious on her birthday,  Sitting on a child-chair just outside her garage, Balloons fluttered dreamily as her mother greeted The guests and helped with the drinks. It was…

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Time Cannot Read

All man’s works are transient, As time cannot read, All man’s hopes evaporate, As world does not remember.   Man’s efforts are pure, His achievements noble, But time does not…

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Ode to Existence

We fret and fume to no avail, Life is awake-dreaming without a goal.   World puts many a cap on human face, But the one that matters most is one’s…

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You Ask Me Who Am I

I do not know when I was born, my mother never told me, Time the ceaseless weaver does not know its beginnings.   My sanguinity a creation of my ardor,…

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