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Like an angel lost her wings
There's a poet lingering,
In the meadows of a farther land
Searching for his lost sleep
Asking the night-sky,
Begging the stars,
Lying on the bare grass
Talking to the clouds
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the brooding clouds
There's a poet wandering,
On the grassy lands
Where the night-mist sleeps
Listening to the ripples;
Flowing by the feet
Smiling at the crescent;
Shining on the mount
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the shadows perching
On the boughs of trees
There's a poet lying
Staring at the sky
The banyan above him;
Sleeping like a shivering wind
Shadows raining on him,
Like the fluttering leaves
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the spreading wine,
There's poet crawling
Wailing like a wind;
Smiling like a floret
Waving to the void
Talking to the breeze
Screaming to the heights
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the wilted leaves,
In a starry night,
After silent laments,
Of nights after nights,
The poet slept,
The poet slept.. under the banyan.!
And beside him, lay -
The scattered pages..
And an inkless pen!!
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