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is the breeze
which lofts and wafts us
as we meander
in the tumbler
of a washing machine
often without detergent

who is in control
the machine
the electric
the eclectic
inanimate elements

even thinking about it
I am tumbling
and more
gasping for air

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ramesh gandhi