Seed And Sprout Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Seed And Sprout
The same words parroted I had ere,
When poor begged me petty alms to spare:
‘I can't give, go away',
That begging bawl I pray—
The words haunt me today, me to stare.
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Words well said | 28.11.14 |
Man hates t part with ne thing only and that you know well ANI IT'S MONEY and you don't read many
I thought I was reading others more than others read me. But is not it rather hasty to judge from the feedback received. If only PH gives cumulative readership/hits for each poem. But I take your point and see what can be done. I give more time in writing poems I write. Besides I do other writing not reflected on PH. Thank you.
Bare! ! To stare! But, try to care. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 4:39:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
u must read others too ANI
Point taken dear reader /poet