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Brokened thoughts.... The age old vase on the verge of the verandah, Brokened and it's pieces shattered in the limited space , Near the steps look like bundles of old news papers, Bundled and covered now by spidernets and dust particles ..... The age old vase on the verge of the verandah.... Brokened at a time it shine along with the dawns dew drops.... Glistens it's virgin body for years stayed on the verge of the verandah.... The falling vases shrilling voice of end, Heard the wild plants and the abandoned flowers, With full of Fragrances and honey inside, As a glorious explosion...... For the sake of the lost roots and sky... The roots and stems urged the green leaves, Pray,for a great shower and winds, Fortunates are you, In the flow and current of the wind and shower, Become martyrs and self crucified beings.... We will be here as witnesses for a while As widows And widowers........ Over the sky , twinkling pilgrims awaits a holy reclamation... Dark clouds as superpowers says.... No,we are the genuine witnesses before we mop up all..... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala, India.