Class Poem by Green Peace
Class
The soul knows her class
Its comfortable in it
Abandons the other
Be it higher or lower
Floats with identical pals-
Together rises and falls
Acclimatizes to the coterie
Refinement, sophistication free
Fears the others
High norms, culture its barrier
Taciturn, meek, dumb
Passive, deadlock as a stone.
'The soul knows her class' - marvelous line of the marvelous poem. Crafted with keen zeal 10++
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4/26/2024 12:18:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the soul...and its class! well, good identification, Gargi... and good synchornization of soul too! nice poem...a class of its own...10