Moon is nothing to this poet
Except a tandoory to eat
Because he is hungry.
The hungry poet turns down
All the beauty of the moon
He makes it a cake
The pen of the hungry poets is full of fire
He set fire on the throne God
He burns his blood and makes ink
And he writes new epic for the mankind
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