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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Explorations: III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The heart summoned me<br>At an impromptu moment<br>And subjected me to<br>Rapid-fire questions<br>That left me utterly <br>Defenceless! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus began the interrogation: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Why do you lie to yourself? '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I simply stared silently<br>In response...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Why do you make these<br>Desperate attempts<br>To escape from the<br>Pervading reality? '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I had no answer! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I lowered my eyes<br>I'm too proud to admit<br>That that's what<br>Sustains me...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The stubborn heart<br>Was least affected<br>By my silence and went on...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Why do you pretend<br>To be walking on a path<br>Of petals when in reality<br>You nurse your thorn-pricked feet? '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I looked at my feet<br>In open guilt...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ever since<br>I stand defenceless<br>Facing the trial<br>In camera! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=411054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The upright heart<br>Refuses to pronounce me<br>'NOT GUILTY! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Indira+Babbellapati">Indira Babbellapati</a></strong></div>

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