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Mar 2019
Long Long in the distant wood
A crippled man by the river stood


He wished to create a life where
Roses are red, violets are blue
And the sunshine heals all his wounds


3 friends pointed to seek a space
Where transformation is the name of the game


He decided to play and give it a shot
After all what choice has he got


At the rendezvous, a sage emerged
Three and a half days he gave his word


The rosy picture he came to seek
Was shattered before he took a peek


After all water is wet, rocks are hard
A blank canvas stood before him
With a possibility of new colour and art


The truth dawns as he exits the forest gates
He must go to Chandanwadi where Moti awaits


Long Long in the distant woods
A stupid, idiot by the river stood.
Written by
Aniket Shirodkar
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