Three in a row...
Bombay blasts, Nashik not-again, Daman disaster... what's next?
i wonder how? i wonder when?, this will be a wonderful world again?
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Ideas are clean. They soar in the serene supernal. i can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down that narrow way. and in the morning they are there. Ideas are straight-- But the world is round, and a messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.
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