The stone with smooth tipTurquoise blue inchesMathematics across the tableThe gentle scratch of ignoranceFeverishly dipping into an ocean of numbersScribblings on a battered tissue60 it screams big and boldcolored ribbons around the roomAll here as a reminderPride slipping from the sleeveHonour catching the fallOne Voice. One World. One Love....
August 16, 2007
Vande Mataram
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