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If my school had 12 tiles, and each tile a grade...


I walked towards the college building 

12 long tiles away 

And stopped shocked and still 

at the 10th tile on the way 


It was blood stained, blood drenched 

With a body in it's center 

Too early for gates of heaven

to let it's soul enter 


For those 12 tiles you know

Was a distance of 12 feet

But a difference of 12 years 

Something the poor soul failed to meet


He failed to understand 

There was more than that 

In that same land 

That the tiles were just a way 


And that the garden was mere feet away

And that the real journey 

Was yet to start 

If he waited for it

Before he would permanently depart


-P Karnik 

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