Today's is a world of rhymers, poetastsers and petty poets,
Commoners and non-poets
Calling themselves poets,
Small poets too not,
Great poets,
I mean the great poets of India
But many a man have I seen,
Many a scholar
Who used to write beautifully
But never called themselves poets
As scholars they were no doubt,
What does it make a difference
If the edolence of the flower
Praised or not.
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