Aravind Bagalkot

Rookie - 23 Points [In.dian]

Poem From My Past

Mine it was, the poem from the distant past came inside from the doors open...
Shining bright in the darker dawn, I could see two lights not just one...

Concern flew at each of its word, but could see the poem baring it all...
What to say of myself, but just can't believe the poem is still the same standing tall...

The poemspeak or was it the honey dew...
And the poem's glee, it can't be matched by many a few...

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