Susmit Panda


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I am stuffed with richest words,

There is tongued a synonym;

Overplump my oath, yet amid the herds

An inch is shed, a limn;

Abundant my fancy, most swift-hooved

There an atom is proved;



A thousand thorns haunt my eyes,

A single thorn bleeds me;

Glorified storms seem to chastise,

A single gust feeds me;

Valour is tutored scriptures of bold taste,

There its doctrines are waste;



Plenteous deeds preserve my desire wet,

There the hours are scant;

A single moment's enough for things to set,

Therefore, I must grant!

A single rhyme's enough, the world must depart,

The unspelt ones loiter in heart

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/17/2014 10:17:00 AM)

    a single moment is enough to set things.. true and it is fine.
    please read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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