Seed And Sprout
A Aniruddha Pathak
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The same words parroted I had ere,
When poor begged me petty alms to spare:
‘I can't give, go away',
That begging bawl I pray—
The words haunt me today, me to stare.
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Words well said | 28.11.14 |
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