Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Weathered faces lined in pain
Badrinath
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
-Don Mclean
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Saturday, October 10, 2009
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