Monday, September 26, 2011

One Hundred Years Of Love.

I touched Marquez's Solitude after half a decade
I figured that my relationships so far
Have had a similarity with the village of Macondo
At the time of Arcadio Buendia
For all of them seem to be so recent
And invariably ephemeral
That most are devoid of names.
And to speak about them
It often becomes necessary for me to

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