Salman Rushdie,
I see the bookshelf, the bookstack,
The rack of the bookstall
To go through his titles
And think what it to begin with?
Midnight's Children,
The Satanic Verses,
Shame,
Fury,
Quichotte,
The Moor's Last Sigh,
The Enchantress of Florence,
The Golden House,
Victory City,
Haroun and the Sea of Stories?
Sometimes it feels good
To walk under the shadow of his,
Of the man who has taken the world by strike
And is dauntless as for freedom of speech and expressio
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