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On a cozy morning, with flying chutzpah, I sat before the door step of poetry knowing behind it there lies an ocean, where Bards and Keats and Shakespeares in disguise, swimming in vivid colors and I knocked the door with a pusillanimous heart, eyeing for their bit of beatitude. But,
my knocks are returned
panacea glimmered far -
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First Place in STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (12) any theme any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brain Strand
Copyright © Jenish Somadas | Year Posted 2020
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