A Prig And Its Fall Poem by SALINI NAIR

I am alone in this pave
I thought I am the prig
Heard some sound in a strange way
Source that was rough in sense
Moved snubbed and quite unseen
But the rest stooped me round
Something is vocal in this pave
Ignorance leads to be panic
Extreme sense is not fluffed
Mighty scene hit the brave
Wood was about to fall by time
But still it feeds a figure in that instant
Some peck someone even at its end
Someone feeds all even at its end…

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