The Poet's Reward
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The urge to knock one door
find access to one heart
get one eye to seek more
heal one soul from hurt
that gives all toil's reward
serves all labor's cause
when by touch of one word
is born one ponderous pause
one halt gives a priceless gain
one like a pure pleasure
one word blunts all edge of pain
makes rich of royal treasure
the poet craves for one audience
is not above the greed
lusts one mind's caring presence
one eye's fleeting read
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