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A Paper

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English Poetry

Sometimes rises

Falls now and then

Twists and strives

To fly again

From birth to end

A paper— it is simply known.

 

Sometimes brims its eyes

With hunger-pain

Speaks out its mind

Before the insensitive clan

Frets and fumes

A paper— it is simply known.

 

When entrapped,

Dances like a spindle

In broken pieces of mirror

Sees its capsized faces

At intervals, overtaken by events

A paper— it is simply known.

 

Sometimes burns like coal

Like ashes weeps

When mingled with soil

It ever sleeps

Gets hoed with ploughing

A paper— it is simply known.

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