Ice-House - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Searching the swan
The stone and the water
And the tree
In coming with
Air light and the sky.
Forgetting who are
Present there I ordered
To guard the rape-seed flowers,
Be cautious, this is drum-stick tree
It would break down
At any time putting you in irreparable loss.
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