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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Angry Mother!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Spiking is cruel, when I come to your home, <br>I have observed the wicked smile in every Rome, <br>Over the years I have gone feeble, but look strong, <br>my numbing nerves send the signals wrong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mixed with solvent not to get detected quicker, <br>Solids can be added to add some more flavor, <br>Served in the beautiful cups to get distracted, <br>Spiking becomes everyday occurrence yet to be noted.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bees never spiked me to build their hives to save honey, <br>Birds may dip their beaks; but never break the rules of nature, <br>The greens obedience must be emulated, the treacherous, <br>Are the human, who have spiked me for momentous pleasures.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They call me mother to nourish my emotion to cheat me further.<br>They call me lonely to make me depressed to play with my treasures.<br>They call me generous, as I still have precious 20km high breathing air, <br>Whatever they flatter, my anger can't be contained in the earthen Jar.</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=Veeraiyah+Subbulakshmi">Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi</a></strong></div>