Gazhal 7 Poem by Prakashsingh Rajput
Gazhal 7
All the blame you just collect
That's the test for my best
Life is fun, my arrow, my gun
Pain is balm for all my test
With oath of God, I have the odd
The truth I accept, I am the waste
Who is owner and who is servant
In this world we all are guests
With dreams all new, death is due
May big bang just face my chest
Just for the practice, just for the rest
Just like bird, we all need nest.
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