In the pleasant afternoon
I met the insane vagabond
In the lonely railway station,
He was moving in his own way,
I asked him,
"Will you listen to me? "
He stared at me for a while
And then said to me in a smiling face,
"I will listen to myself."
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HIGH POET PRAISE FOR YOU TOO READ LATEST ONES MAY U thanks for such a beautiful autumnal comment VG Autumn is so colorful in most of the western countries when the leaves turn into multi shades of russet, brown, yellow, orange and red. It is a season awaited by all! I was fortunate to see this change of color in last October when I went to the US for a one month's trip! A beautiful poem on Autumn!