What Is There In London - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
What is there in London,
I asked my younger son,
And he replied, nothing
To be mentioned.
My son further added
The same earth, as you find
There father, the same air
You inhale-exhale is here
Under the same blue-sky.
The original people of London
Have some aggressive attitude
That I dislike father, but that are
Being changed with the passage of time
They feel the sun is also setting there.
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