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Wound of Love by Pradeep Kumar Ontario, Canada

Let me be a wound of love bare and raw writhing in pain from blinding sunray, crashing wave rather than dying numb in time's encrusted shell Let me be freshly dug earth receiving flower seeds and weeds alike facing violence of a raging storm and restless sea breaking on shore rather than hiding in darkness of a well-built cell Let me be an autumn leaf filling the forest with rainbow colours knowing that with the first snow I will wither and be gone I would live like a shooting star vanishing in nothingness in a moment rather than be for a thousand years a rock on dry river bank. From Offerings in Longing and Love (Serengeti Press 2008)

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