Shishir Gupta Poet Free verse

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He commented a lot,
on all and sundry,
said he had reached a place,
in society,
and now could talk,
on all and sundry,
they heard him in awe,
as his words of petty points,
seemed soft and good,
time flowed,
and to comment became a habit,
now he made it his sole occupation,
he would comment,
but not do any work himself,
whenever asked to work,
he would point to his elite stage,
soon he forgot all about work,
and how it was done,
and why it was done,
his comments were heard still,
and they were outdated and wrong,
he now irked more than helped,
but he thought he was making lives,
soon they began talking back,
and check him now and then,
it was now clear that,
hje simply wanted to comment,
and take advantage of the state,
he was soon considered useless,
and now often ignored,
but his sound in murmur continued,
the murmur became like humming of mosquitoes,
they killed mosquitoes,
now they killed and buried him dead.

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