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Title: rinju blog in Rediff
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Blog Entry: rinju.rediffland.com THE CURVE IS AN ART¡K¡K..     THERE IS NO FLOWERSƒn,  EVENTHOUGH PRICKLES WERE  SPREADED BELOW MY FEET,  I SIMPLY WIPEED OFF  THE BLOOD AND CONTINUED¡K     I WAS NOT CARESS BY  COOL SLIGHT BREEZE  FROM SOUTH ¡V EVENTHOUGH  THE AIR WAS SO HOT AND SULPHURIC  IN NATURE WHICH CAN CHANGING  THE LUNGS LIKE THE CARBONPAPER  I WAS THE BREATHER¡K¡K     I WALKED ONLY  UNDER THE SHADOW OF  MY SILHOUETTE HOT (LIFE)  SUMMER DAYS ¡K..     I HAD JUSTIFIED MY SELF,  THAT I AM BEING ALIVE  BY SEEING THAT  THE VULTURS WERE  ALWAYS FLYING OVER MY HEAD¡K..     TODAY THIS RIVER BANK IS  ASTONISH BY SEEING MY INUNDATIO,  BUT THIS RIVER  DAMPED FROM  THE DESERT ROCKS¡K..     THIS SEED HAD GERMINATE  ONLY WITH THE PRACTICE OF  DASHING AND PUSHING AWAY  THE ROCKES OVER IT¡K.     TODAY I CAN¡¦T  CONCILIATE WITH  THIS FLOWERS WHICH ARE...  COVERING MY WOUND,  I.e. THIS SOCIETY        THIS IS THE ¡K     THE OF TUNE OF TORMENT¡K¡K     ONE OF THE INTIMIDATED  STREAM¡¦S REMEMBRANCE¡K..     A FEW BLOOD DROPS  FROM MY PEN TO  THIS CRUMPLED CONFIDENCE¡K.     I AM NOT ABLE TO  MENTION SOME LAWFUL TRUTH  BUT - WHAT I HAD  DESCRIBED HERE IS TRUTH¡K..     I HAD STARTED  TO DRAW AN ART,  BUT I HAD  DRAWN ONLY CURVES¡K.     BUT ¡V CURVES WERE ALSO AN ART!!!!!!! ........if likes enter into rediff blogs and send comments..........one of the person named....kalyan...from hyderabad from India...the end