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                                                 Till where does the river flow till when the stars surcease to shine So must circle the wheel of life  till when the mountain must stand till when the oceans subsist So must turn the wheel of time till when the body bonds to the soul so long as life exists, and the living be Must art remain, and the feelings flow May the hearts beat in tune with the living and the gifts be spread throughout Love and loss and death and rebirth faith and companion and success and play must each spoke of the wheel turn its way And till when the wheels are given free rein May all the living remain.
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Manchineel

I couldn't do,
One glance at the little,
dainty red drop of dew,
My wonder! who savours,
the roundish Winesap.
Towering on the bark,
furnished with dark taupe,
The best of Autumn,
I relish in the park.

Oh, how I was tricked,
Your beauty, your sweetness,
was all fabricated, 
You're the Forbidden fruit,
Darling, you're the apple tree.
You're nothing but the Pandora's box,
those things, they all warned about,
yet, I fell for the apple tree.

I whiffed the honeysuckles'
The more I knew,
the less was true,
Oh, but I was drawn to the apple tree,
I won't ever eat it again,
for why it's the poisonous tree.
It's the taste, the flavour I want,
& 'twas my last meal 
of the dozen manchineels.


Thank you for reading.


~Pranati Pathak
10.04.2022
11:30 a.m. 








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