He is a poet- whom the people ignored;
Recognized only after he bids farewell
to this beautiful earth, sea and the blue sky!
He is a nightingale, smoothing the depressed;
He is a tree watered by the river of love,
Bearing fruits which the hungry heart craves;
He is a poet – whom the crowd irritated;
Insulted and injured even after he is rebuked.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI