The Galloping Scholar.
Gallop, gallop, gallop -scholar,
On the bookish steed of your whim,
Your fancy-box dismay you,
And bring your Being's ruins.
Your stolen thoughts from dead parasites,
And hoarded chamber of logic,
Lead you to mirage and make thirsty sick.
Your seals and stamps erect prisons,
And depute you to teach lullaby,
And in the event of simple truth,
Leaving your contrived mask, you fly.
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Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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