A lion roared
And I sensed it.
Clouds are there
In the sky
And I called them.
All the vowels and
Consonants are forming
A group for the betterment
Of all, here.
I invented me in a new style,
Palm tree is there as it was,
Nothing confused me as yet
And I am going on my own ways
Like a lion in the dense forest.
gajanan mishra
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