Many
have come
and gone.
The poor,
on streets
kings
strong.
We think
we wrote
these songs,
the ones
have
sung
all along.
Sown seeds
did come
from trees,
dried up
enrich
ground brown
No loves
are new
wars never
been few.
Recycled
forms
retrieved
and strewn.
Nalini
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