Tuesday, 22 December 2015

WRITERS..







WRITERS....



Billowing smoke you let go


We see as a seraph smiling


You may enjoy but we hear 


And expound birds' dulcet chirping 


Moon's appearance in phases 


We admire as fatuous kindling 


Yes, may be touchy and eccentric 


But we are soft and pitying 


Our minds of crystalline purity



Love us for our wits n profundity






We are writers....

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