My Defects - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Not known to me
You are to
Point it out.
I am at your feet
I am rendering service
I am putting questions.
You are to solve
That are here.
My defect is known to you
In a way that is better, bear
The same in corrective mode, my dear.
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