Best Laureates Poems

Four from India
coffers filled
with cobwebs
dusty jargon
of their own
wept assunder
by your glances
lost disciples
driven snowflakes
of the 
full grown moon
you taught to dance
once so fluent
by the fireside
flaunting heavens
innocence
love itself will not
commit you to the
desert laureates...

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Our feather, which arent so heavy, hollow be thy frame.
Thy kingpin run, thy quill be done, on paper, with ink, for fame.

Give us this day our daily read
That will help us to inspire our head

And forgive us our transgressions, as we forgive those who
Transgress against...

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