A Bird In Hand
A Aniruddha Pathak
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And I liked egg—today in hand,
Than hen tomorrow in dreamland;
I thought: the egg could hatch
Tomorrow more to fetch,
Not if in dreamland—it'd depend.
But my egg failed to hatch—
Not from a fertile batch,
And I looked at my smiling friend,
Looked too at the hen in his hand,
And wondered at his catch,
Which, appeared to say,
Mind not what proverbs may,
One without dreams walks empty hands.
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Humour | 07.12.2017 |
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