My Name
A Aniruddha Pathak
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As given with great fuss it once came,
With any a name though I'd be same.
Now in course of long time
Wonder, if worth a dime,
That in dust of habit hangs its frame,
And comes an argument
Hard to win gent to gent,
They call me still with a vilest name.
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Reflections | 03.12.16 |
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