The day I visited L.H. No - 14
all in the name of Poetry
All ceiling fans were running
the desky chair wore a forlorn look -
Waiting the muse to fur its wings
A little while ago attendance was marked on a sheet of paper.
All was set
To cup in their divine afflatus
in whose inspiration the aura was filled
And lo
Barring a few
It wore out
in a flick of a second
And drew an ulterior outline
May it be remembered -
Not all comes slicking in
by ivory oil
All worth comes
by wait and perseverance
Some left
Some in unwillingness
Pulled out in absence
Poetry looked in awe
of it's own making
I feel a minor
in all your exuberance
Cheerfulness, and high spirit
All Amen
In wishes galore
Naman _()_
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