Thumb Poem by Arvind Srivastava

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Rating: 5.0

Tell me,

Where to stamp
Where to mark
On your white paper
We will grow perfectly oval

Or become some amazing artwork
Without any soot, ink
And pad

Thumbs are dirty
Smeared in mud
Baked in fire

In the ink of sweat!

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