Poetry Lives For Ages.....
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Poetry is a skill
Born to prevail
Be it dawn or dusk
Poet always have
A word to describe
A mind full of wonder
And a world called jingle
Be it in fight
Or in a call if peace
Poet never gets worked out
Always an event to pictorize
A story to recite
And a humor abound.
A poet lives for ages
With blood and breath now
And bundle of pride for ages.
A poet may breath his last
But poetry lives for ages in heart.
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