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Sum nihil, sed ego

Petra ecclesiae
Non licet mihi peccare

Columna curiae
Non licet mihi lapsere

Princeps civitatis
Non licet mihi se petere

Petra ecclesiae
Frangere volo

Columna curiae
Fugere volo

Princeps civitatis
Ego sum solus ego

Petra ecclesiae
Erim non plus

Columna curiae
Erim causa lapsis

Princeps civitatis
Sum nihil, sed ego

Published as Petra Ecclesiae in Amaravati Poetic Prism 2017
ed. Padmaja Iyengar,
Cultural Centre of Vijayawada & Amaravati
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