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Poem

Manushya Puthiran

Its Own Way

In the granary
an affection
sprouts slowly

No light
no breeze
no handful of earth
to clutch
nothing
but its own wetness.

And yet
obstinately

it emerges.

ITS OWN WAY

Close

Its Own Way

In the granary
an affection
sprouts slowly

No light
no breeze
no handful of earth
to clutch
nothing
but its own wetness.

And yet
obstinately

it emerges.

Its Own Way

In the granary
an affection
sprouts slowly

No light
no breeze
no handful of earth
to clutch
nothing
but its own wetness.

And yet
obstinately

it emerges.
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