Thursday, September 4, 2014

Hey Ram!



You of unfit
Play not thy text
Pushing and pulling
Poor men's tale

The same toil
That gained him sweat and blood
Will give you
Spade and soil

What you gain,
In totality, is but
An inch of space
Without Moon and Sun

And, you esteem
Your overt pleasure
Knotting dead words
Bundling your ego

Hey Ram!

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