THE POEM
It’s source of our thought
And for it, poet makes up his mind
The poem is like a sweet fruit
That spread the scent, which hides.
Poem is a deep ocean,
For those who can dive in it, with long breath,
There is plenty of knowledge's mine ,
For those who take it as a treasure of great worth.
I love it as a little tube-well
How much pressed, we get water.
So, my friends I’ll tell you and mail
Don’t forget the poem forever.
By: Md kamiruddin sk
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