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To the New Millennium
To the New Millennium (Shakespearan Sonnet)
O Time's titanic offspring come to earth,
A marvel is your own stupendous womb
Wherefrom a thousand sons shall take their birth
To raise, on Hade's immigrants here a tomb?
Are you the premier proxy of our Lord
Send to rid, through your children's aid, the world
Of all the countless apples of discord -
By Satan being relentlessly hurled?
May your first-born be a War-exporter,
Exporting War to Hell by fastest planes!
May the next one be a Peace-importer,
Importing Peace from Heaven by dove-trains!
This wondrous ware could be our magic wand
To exorcise all evils from our land.
poem
by
Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
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