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A tongue-in- cheek poem of hope by Neelam.
Snakes, Salamanders and Souls
Shed their skin
To rejuvenate themselves
And let go the memories
Which haunt them
Making them floppy and fragile.
For Snakes and Salamanders
The interval is fixed,
But the souls have a choice-
They can discard it as often as they wish!
When did you last dispense with yours?
©Neelam Chandra
Pix from Net.
