A Poets Cenotaph. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Walking through a cemetery,
Chanced to see a tomb stone,
Only a head piece,
On stone with a pen,
A poet waits,
If you are the one,
Lift the blanket green,
I am awaiting, alive, inside.
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