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They tied my limbs

Raised sharpened axes

Mercilessly slaughtered

Till I was no more….

A majestic tree

With a green canopy

Cut to naught in my prime

To a lifeless stump…

But… from the dead I rise

As manifold tender shoots

For a fearless tomorrow

Once again I hope….

– Shail Mohan (Sept 2011)