Men Of Moulds Two
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Men of moulds two malaise this strange world,
Painful both much like a sharpened sword:
A man with family,
Earning still none any;
Man renounced, mind still in money stirred.
Fence sitters as men are,
Their feet here well as there,
Fleeting from here hopping there a bird!
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Words well said | 35.11.14 |
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