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BURNT AT THE STAKE

A flaming giant rose Bloomed in the morning sky Shedding tangled thorns; Plucked from my breast And pierced through the heart The twins were burnt at the stake; Scorched by its flames The rose bush collapsed Into the abyss wide; My first-born was dismembered And deformed for life The stake didn’t burn her through. Copyright: 2001 Sheeba Thattil