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History repeats. Moves in circles. Same charted paths, different-hued feats; Same yeast, different wine; Fermentation of change, could be rancid or fine. How did we come hither? Tinting waters with hate corrupting lands with divide. This land of Buddha, stuck in Chakravyuh* of communalism over animal's hide. We come for ether, vanish in air. Our legacy futures – the only remains. Now colored vermilion in blood, verdant, saffronized, and black in waste. Since when is a human life, worth less than cattle's taste? – Sulzhan * Chakravyuh is an ancient Indian military formation, which is hard to break Comments are closed.
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Sulzhan BaliRed is my favourite colour. Tulips, my favourite flowers. People who know me will tell you that I am full of life. Hence, Vivacious Red Tulip seemed an appropriate title for my blog. Join me as I muse over daily ramblings and share my very opinionated thoughts over all things random.. Archives
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