There are poets publicised
Those who eats their body of thoughts
They embrace and kiss
the shoes of power
and get rewards.
They drink from the cup of
war devils
and get peace awards.
There are poets not known
not sung
They are the students of God
They compose
what God dictates them.
They live in between throne
and earth of God
They embrace death
instead of shoes.
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