Never Known Who Makes Run Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Never Known Who Makes Run

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Just now he stood neath the shadow of a tree
The sand-storm of summer driven him restlessly
day after day
Fountain, no sign of fountain, long way to go..
Now how he would wheedle thrust?

The shadow said mingling a bit of light,
"No Trick required for wheedling
Have to run
Run away
Never known who makes run."

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