Fathima Shihabudeen

February 22, 2004 - Thrissur
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Four Walls

The soil was red
The air was swollen
With moisture and dread
Alone in the open

There were three steps first
And then two benches
The four walls were cursed
With decaying stenches

The four walls had seen so much
The four walls had broken into parts
And stayed untouched
But hardened a few hearts
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