An earthworm An earthworm that ponders,what life after all is,needs to be given the freedomto put across its opinion. Is it what our poets doing?Or, how could they speak on this lineWhen they themselves find their livesSteeped in perpetual misery. As they stay sunken shoulder deepIn their own world of beauty,Incomprehensible for them too,How will …
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