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Fate in blessing
It is an accident
That we worked together.
It is mere a chance
That our chemistry exacted.
It is a kind of providence
That we got dissolved.
Had it been at all
A mixture of salt and water,
On your exit of me
You could have evaporated.
Our blend is a compound.
It cannot go pre states quo.
Curse not the fate
That gave us this rebate.
24.10.99
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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