O! The Soul of literature
We miss you
Though you were never visible
But we felt you
In the air
In the atmosphere
In the hills, rivers, trees
every where.....
We heard you
Time and again
In the singing of birds
In the flute of herdsmen
In the sound of anklets...
But these days
You are missing
O! Poetry
The soul of literature
I beg you to return
I beg you to bless us
I beg you to be with us
Pl... Pl... Pl...
'naman'
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