Tuesday, 22 December 2015



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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