<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=411408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tick-Tack-Toe, Round I go...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A collective dirge rose<br>From the conglomerate<br>Of sterile wombs<br>Where do the still-born<br>Get buried in the narrowing<br>Graveyards of shrinking mind-scapes? <br>What distinguishes a still-born dream<br>From a still-born babe remains<br>A question forever unanswered<br>The dirge circles around the ears<br>Like a mosquito in the dead of night<br>The potted body loses its sensitivity<br>Sterility multiplies on make-believe beds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dirge rings loud and clear<br>In every conceivable corner!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Indira+Babbellapati">Indira Babbellapati</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=411408" data-title="Tick-Tack-Toe, Round I go... de Indira Babbellapati" data-description="A collective dirge rose From the conglomerate Of sterile wombs Where do the still-born Get buried in the narrowing Graveyards of shrinking mind-scapes? What distinguishes a still-born dream From a still-born babe remains A question forever unansw..."></div> </div> </div>

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