Posted on November 11, 2011
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| 148 words
| Janani Dhinakaran
First published in September 2007
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This prison. Walls. No trees.
No where to hide
To be alone or cry.
No one to understand the lover’s yearning for the mountains
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Posted on November 9, 2011
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| 130 words
| Janani Dhinakaran
Written in December 2006
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There is no wholesome plant here
There is no learning
No passion.
Being with the dead kills me.
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There aren’t enough trees
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