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Ode to the Beauty
Ode to the Beauty
Alone
she stood,
whistling her lungs,
perspiring,
bleeding,
against the hyenas licking tongues,
her only saviour
her shadow
had turned his back,
thousands of arrows
pierced
every inch of her body
and
the hunting
seemed unending....
They grew
more fierce
more poisonous
more deadly,
Her only fault
her beauty...!
and she remembered
her literature class,
' A thing of beauty is joy for ever'.
Mukesh Raval
Palanpur
India[27/01/2010]
poem
by
Mukesh Raval
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