No sky
That is no sky
And we are glad.
They said you poor Indian
never jump
You have no courage to jump.
We are glad
That is no sky.
They said wonder
We replied this is summer.
Man is not faithfull as you know
And you also know man is not
Independant not impartial.
At the day-end
Man turned star
To sleep in the bar.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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