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Perhaps I know
author: Prabha Trimurty
category: Relationship
Perhaps,I Know.
Why sometimes all of us are such
exponents of deceit.
Such born killers.
While I tore a young flower
petal by petal,
And laid a hot coffee cup
on a crawling ant.
I knew I was scared of death,
my death.
Perhaps,I Know.
Why sometimes all of us are such
pools of pity.
Such life-givers.
While I nursed a dying bird.
And smoothed the hair of
an orphan-child.
I knew I was happy of life,
my life.
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