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Tirupathi Chandrupatla


It's Natural


God
You have no death
You're immortal
I know
And yet
Time and again
You met
Pain and death
To show
That man
Must face it
And that
It's just
A routine
A natural
Thing.

I recall this
With heaviness
In my heart
On a Good Friday.

Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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  • Valsa George (4/19/2014 10:40:00 AM)

    The son of God passed through the severest of torture and agony to merge with man and redeem him... Though of heaven, He lived and died like a man.... Very relevant Good Friday thoughts! (Report) Reply

  • Tiku . (4/18/2014 11:41:00 PM)

    very nice.liked the way you put the matter of life and death.keep inking. (Report) Reply

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