Many a friends of mine queried
All these poems ' exactly who wrote'
I feel happy and a little satisfied
Like a kid I concluded 'It wasn't so bad'
Written poems are an array of words
Syntax determined by life's beats
We all speak a common language
Similar are our burdens and baggage
We are all members of a family
Travelers destined for the same journey
Alas! But few heeds to their heart beats
The dry wind has shattered soul to pieces
I tried putting the pieces together
Saw the smiling face of Tagore
We are all poets by birth
But are so busy, even for a breath
Stay back for a while
The mind will surely reveal
A little rose blooming out of own efforts
Is sweater than the garden of experts.
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