C. Muralidara Kannan Biography

This time
I held his hand tight
He is my only son
He sensed my grip.
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Monstrous marketing strategies mutilate the mural of
meaningful businesses.
Some buy the buyers at any cost. and forget them after sale.
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Ere enacting the act
blessed consummation of paper and pen, my soul sent supplicating prayers to the sanctorum of the sweet muses, eyes closed.

A formidable foreplay of
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Our parents relished their shared
food at home
with my grandparents.
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Hold my hand, gently, gently,
come, let's take
a walk along the beautiful
promenade, shall We?
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