Monday, 20 March 2017


Come the gleams of poesy
When I am in a solitude
To refine me or to reproduce
Or to give me the nector of nature.

Only when I feel “ I’m a man”Or the creature of nature.
I make my mind a wide pan
To catch the feast of the world.

The splendid Kallar drags me
The mountains around hug me
And the moving air guids me
To think and make me new.

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