Poor Look Upwards
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me poet yeps poet
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Exsholient slippers
and
that too are red
which all rich only wear..
Once I had a poor servant
from the very far East
he could not afford
any even torn slippers
there were only holes
in his soles
and
from that day I came to know
we are all singularly
sole
what a soul! ! ! !
was he
poor
poverty stricken
God's chosen
from a far off land
to serve the sole
Poet Me
then unknown
not a poet
but an upcoming
GAUTAMA Buddha
Who studied
God animal and man
and
found a commonality
Do you want me
to narrate it!
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