Neela Nath Das
Whirling And Whirling - Poem by Neela Nath Das
The herb in a desert he saw,
amidst the whirling of sand,
whirling and whirling,
making an upward tunnel it went.
Dying in thirst,
the herb watery but
venomous he knew.
yet, can't chew.
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