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Jun 2020
As a poet
We write it all
We give it all
We’ve nothing
To hide

Naked and open
You’ll always know
Every mouthfull
Of forever spilled
On pages and papers
On a machine or
A dry carp paper

As a poet
We write a lot
Every thing in our heart
Writing is a great art

Good or bad
It never matters
Happy or sad
We write for
Every moment of natures

As a poet
We talk in
Different ways
Even if rude
Its not our sin

Fast or slow
Even if we
Are a bit low
Just people don't see

Clam or frown
We handle it all
But sadly they think
We are clown
We openly say it all

As a poet
They say
We all never bias
On any way

As a poet
We write it all
We give it all
We’ve nothing
To hide

Naked and open
You’ll always know
Every mouthfull
Of forever spilled
On pages and papers
On a machine or
A dry carp paper
Written by
Jenisha Gautam  F/Kathmandu,Nepal
(F/Kathmandu,Nepal)   
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