WHO WILL KNOW YOU?
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Who will know you,
If you know not yourself?;
Even if you know you,
Who will know you, if you do not
Let yourself get known?.
Being known is being flown
From column to column,
From channel to channel
On a jumbo jet, in a jamboree.
When air fills the lungs, it is life.
When it fills with fragrance, it is fame.
There is more of fauna than flora here.
More of deserts than gardens and orchards.
The sterile air that fills in
with nothing but heat,
Turns the lungs into a Lincoln’s
tunnel,
Stuffing it with noise and fumes, as fame.
The fame filled balloon is waiting to burst,
Gasping for its nostalgic flow
of fresh breath.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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