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WITCH CRAFT


                Translation: Veena


                   Devi Meenakshi



                               Wizards.

                 With their star spangled eyes,
                 They incarcerate your smiles.

            Never, ever offer your heart to them.
             Alas! That is a spell of black magic.

                Then flocks of wild wool sheep
             Grazing the green pastures of your
                                 soul,

           Would stoop and enter the enchanted
                             fold timidly.


           It's wall is adorned with the portrait of
                     a kid with auburn hair:

               With sunlit strands glowing red.
             He is waiting alone in the meadow ,

                  Yearning for a new football.





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