Soft Clay - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
I have not much knowledge
About this soft clay.
I am not ignorant as well.
Let it be there where it is,
And we are here to continue
Our play as before.
I surpassed all holding my
Victory flags here with this.
I complained not, I told not
Give me this or that.
I know your charitable nature
And yet I proceeded on my way.
Fertility is there in the field
And so I praised this soft clay.
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