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A Paper
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English Poetry |
Sometimes rises
Falls now and then
Twists and strives
To fly again
From birth to end
A paper— it is simply known.
Sometimes brims its eyes
With hunger-pain
Speaks out its mind
Before the insensitive clan
Frets and fumes
A paper— it is simply known.
When entrapped,
Dances like a spindle
In broken pieces of mirror
Sees its capsized faces
At intervals, overtaken by events
A paper— it is simply known.
Sometimes burns like coal
Like ashes weeps
When mingled with soil
It ever sleeps
Gets hoed with ploughing
A paper— it is simply known.