There was no word
He was jobless
She came from verdant
Poet took his pen
Played with words
She became a poem
One after another
Ocean of words
Deluge of poems
No time for break
All applauded
But she did not
She herself was poems
How to see own face?
Hey bring a mirror
Let her perceive beauty
And clap for poet
In appreciation
It's admiring self
Her own majesty
Not his creativity
He's only a tool
Mirror behold
Please don't cheat
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