Poems For A Living
A Aniruddha Pathak
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If ye see people fly— not a wing,
They sure are poets— autumn or spring,
Some soar high in thin air,
On paper with pen dare,
Their field sky is— not earth,
And none has enough mirth
To depend on poems for living!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 05.04.18 |
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