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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 4 there is no ending of words is there anything that may be called the end-word let the words make questions let the words give replies let the words shout let them battle among themselves i can’t understand why is there so much endeavour to take me into that chaos a plant of small white flower is enough to make a garden itself even-then an assembly of the rose the jasmine the tuberose is made to increase the rule of the garden after picking flowers from those plants my wife puts them to the feet of the god to worship him she has a drinking-glass a plate a hand-fan a throne for her god all are like tiny-toys among them the throne is very important till today in many of our houses there is a throne but it is neither for accession of men nor for making themselves king i’ve already said the throne is for our god that means for our lying on there may or may not be even a broken cot but for our family-god to provide a throne is a must 5 on that day when once i had gone into the myself-man i saw that the government and the opposition both sides were gheraoing one another in the same pace they were reciprocally quarrelling threatening rebuffing abusing thus there was running a fine piece of democracy there it gave me enough pleasure then i again came out of that myself-man in the outer-world i saw bypassing the stones and the hard the roots of the trees going deep down in the dark in search of soft soil and their branches are taking bent towards the sun-light 6 of late my intelligence seems somehow to become slippery there is so much pollution in the myself-ism it seems even in collision with my shadow some dragon-flies are killed every day why do my eyes see so little why do my tongue speaks so harsh words to whose custody has gone those rain-drops those lemon-blossoms there is the glittering of dew-drops on the cob-web the evening-worship is sinking into the barking of dogs as if the wings of the parrots become van-rickshaw as if the moon-light were gradually retreating in the enlightened city-life
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