Mouth Full, Sweeter Beats The Drum
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Mouth and maw made to relish rich food,
Who'd in this selfish world sound so rude?
Dough pasted upon mouth,
No more playing uncouth,
Lo, drums sing a sound of gratitude.
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Words well said | 26.11.14 |
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