Poem
A poem may arise,
As quickly as lighting,
We may not have the ability,
Ability to capture the same,
The same in its true spirit,
We need a whole time,
Help of speedy hands,
To write it speedily,
And write it without probing,
To pen it as quickly as possible,
Otherwise, it became a lost dream,
We cannot get its trailing,
Even after taxing efforts
22/11/2018,10.46, Kadammanitta.
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