I was destined to compose verses, since the moment I entered this world I uttered in rhythmic patterns da da, ba ba, na na, which ultimately shaped me as a poet. However, I must admit that as I have aged for 90 years, my fondness for excessive rhyme has diminished.
Since morning, he started caw caw
On the plush white minaret
Too loud for other creatures
Despite being useless, why is he shouting?
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We are poets,
Like any creator,
we only use our minds
when we write and create.
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Tricks of the trade, all poets are not fake,
With ink and words, their artistry they make.
Some use metaphors, others use rhyme,
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Your adaptability on this platform is remarkable,
your verse sparkles everywhere monumental,
you are equally cherished by all the poets of this forum
and I offer my respects on your birthday.
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They say ' Vinaash kaale vipareet buddhi'
A rough translation in English would be:
When one's destruction time is soon to arrive,
one thinks un-intelligently or negatively.
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