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The Fire
Desire is fire that eats what it lays its tongue on.
It leaps, licks, be aflame, engulfs and guts.
Then too it never dies but lurks as cinders.
Desire is fire and remains from cradles to
graves.
05.02.2003
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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