What are we?
We poets
Artists
Sculptors
Painters
Writers
We all are like
- Roses in the thorns
- Tongue in the teeth
- Moon in the stars
- Diamond in coals.
Apart from race
Apart from crowd
From the other world!
Blessed specially
By the Supreme Soul
Gifted with creativity,
By grace and dignity.
To serve this humanity.
To shine this world.
Are we really?
From the other world.
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