My Writing Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

My Writing

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One day while composing poem on rain
My copy throughly drenched.
Oh! What thunder-shower!
My little drawing room at once
Turned into a shadowy ‘kadamba' bower.

One day while composing poem on summer
My copy suddenly caught fire
I'm also immediately reduced to ashes
Flying then beclouding the locality
Pale the all poem-lovers' faces.

Thursday, June 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poems,poet
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