He came out of moonlight
And knocked at my door,
Begged for some stories.
I said, 'I'm done. No more.'
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poetry has no place for unrecognized words. the suipid word is not apprecoated.. good attempt...10 The cloud may knock and rock the entire places and smilingly bless
cried all night, Ketan babu, and write good poetry, I wish all good.