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God, Cure You My Poetic Madness

My God, the blunder of being a poet,
You make me not a poet again, if this be,
Putting aside everything, see me, how mad am I
After becoming a poet,
Leaving it all!

Sometimes forget I to take food,
Sometimes take I my bath in the evening,
Sometimes visit I not the doctor even in my illness,
Leaving all,

I after becoming a great man.
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