THE PAINS OF A POET

The Pains Of A Poet

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O God!
You have made the poet
only to realise the pains of others
but there is none in this world
who can understand the pains of a poet
only you are, who is invisible
to whom the poet expresses his pains
if you can discern his pains
otherwise he has to hug all pains of his life
and be immortal like Lord Shiva
who drunk all poisons of creation
to save the creation and became immortal

ramesh rai
 Sunday, July 15, 2012

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