A Poet
POET
My fingers are in quest of lines,
How I shall fill up with words.
Yes but so many left wishes.
But in vein, he stops.
Wish to be poet so many.
But words and lines are funny.
Never think it happens who wishes only.
A poet failed such to imagine seriously.
Without imagine, without fascination, without ornaments.
A naked woman is than without dress.
SAROJ KHAN[SAKHA]
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