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Rita De

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Rita De

Abstract

Without Any Fear

Without Any Fear

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How tumultuous!

It will topsy turvy everything whatever 

As it were 

I tell you about a mountain brook

Named Parvati

I am confused with the hurlyburly

of its rhythms 


While crossing it along the plank

Water particles flung from the waters 

Shake me

I stretch out my hand

Another hand holds it 

And I cross the brook 

Without any fear. 



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