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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Saturday, 25 February 2017

Moments :1



 I look out of the window.
What a bright and lovely day!
Red palash blooms ,standing tall
On their trees, dot the skies
Here and there.
It's a wonderful day!
With winter gone,spring is in the air,
Marred only by the beggar boy's
Dirty faced,rheumed eyed
Blank stare.

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