UNION
our union will be
the turning waters of wandering cloudsand coming to warm nests
of tired fleet;
it would be like a
train whistling at the dead of night
while passing through a dark tunnel;
life will return to the
paling leaves of a tree
who will be reminded of his youth
with the arrival of the spring;
what if we have a little brain
with which to decypher the mystery;
in fact there is no mystery;
only a little brain;
let us come together
like two wings and take the flight
far away in the unknown skies
lies our salvation;
dr j.s. anand
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