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A paradoxical poem close to reality, trying to see the life in a different frame. |
| O’ tree!!! don't grow high. To get your fruits they make bonsai... O’ silence!!! please don’t lie. Open your words Else they make you cry O’ pigeon!!! where is your sky? They cut your feathers to be your ally. O’ God!!! open your eye. They make you stone on bowing to thy. - Pravin Kumar Mittal |