Pavithra P

February 18, 1997 - India
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As Phoenix she rose

She was burning,
They watched her get down to ashes,
They screamed and wept at the sight,
She needed a hand to pull her out,
None came!

When they started walking away, The rose like a phoenix,
The ashes of her burnt-self;
ate the fleshes of all her spectators.
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