....MUSING...
You were ever sweet to me
Your memory was sweeter than that
Your promises for ever to stay with me
Were the sweetest deal I am now forced to combat.
Life is cosier with fulfilled wishes
Expectations are all wild bulls
The more the merrier with poured blisses
The sour the sorrier is chanted in the realm of fools.
Pride makes no prudence, friends
It is the prejudice that mars the judgement
Let's compete with the positive trends
Let us present a sense in literary firmament.
Let the awards be free birds
Let them pearch on branch of their own liking..
Blessed are those with deserving words
Let's hope for the best, pals let's welcome the musing..
BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA
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