My cup of verse fills up / Falls / Without word / Unrhymed / Like cuppa-noodles wasted with too much hot water
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A Poet’s Margins
What use are words if they too don't reach hearts in the hinterlands, forests and fields?
My cup of verse fills up / Falls / Without word / Unrhymed / Like cuppa-noodles wasted with too much hot water
What use are words if they too don't reach hearts in the hinterlands, forests and fields?