Wednesday, January 13, 2016

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The ruddiest poet of our land is anemic.
I fail to stir his soul with a hypodermic needle.
Anti-poetry stir, I bestow on his idealism.
Fax about his indisposition to the Sahitya Akademi.
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Boudhayan Mukherjee
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Edward Kofi Louis 13 January 2016

Birth and death! Learning from creation. But, the truth lasts forever. Thanks for sharing.

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Abhilasha Bhatt 13 January 2016

Tremendous and brilliant poem....loved it....thank you for sharing :)

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