Mridin Govind Poems

The days come to an end
But see those poor men
Roaming around hungry
Always saying' Ah! Woe is me! '
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When the sea roared
And I groaned
A person came forward
trying to save me as I was being murdered
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Everybody's days are numbered,
Some die normally, some murdered
In our life we have somebody,
With whom we can share our glee
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Under the ground is the mighty core
On the crust is a heavy door
In the sky where airplanes fly
And the space we'd say "Oh My! "
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I know my days are numbered,
I know I am mortal
I know it can be outnumbered,
It is temporary, all my chortle
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AS he thumped many men
Only for fun
He tore the white flag of peace
And threw them at some geese
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