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The Known Man


Clearing the debris from the land
turns a chore .

Once I remove, I find
more the next day.

Where do they come from?
I think aloud,

as it goes on increasing
day by day.

One bin the day before
multiplies by threes

I like to catch the one
red handed.

Knowing for sure
who would have done?

I control my anger
more so my anguish.

The person who does
has a mind

filled with venom
and a heart

full of envy.
I smile to myself,

Well, that is what
he is made of?

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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