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A Foolish Poet

A foolish poet One day i was wandering with empty mind I smell literature from thousands of mile away So i am running with no legs I want storm to reach I am deaf I want thunder to hear I am blind I want those oceans of star to see I am dumb I want those thousands of Indian languages to speak O God ! I am brainless scholar I am inkless writer I am a poet .... A foolish poet i don’t know why i’m writing......

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