Poet comes and poet goes
Like the eternal brook
Flowing through out life
Manifesting its stream
In the lustrous world of panic and strive
Sweeping all filths of life
To make it neat and clean.
Poets leave their reminiscence
To strengthen the ties of life
For a loving and peaceful world
Delight the coming generations
For more better life.
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