Penned By B D Narayankar
After spending a day-long time
at the court portals
I came to the office
with burdens of Jaya case
So tired was I,
I felt my mind will give in
Not to say,
the thought
of missing Infosys
event tomorrow (today)
shrunk my heart, even further
A tiny little poem, from somewhere,
stood before me
held my hand and said -
Give me your pain,
I will make you weave a poem
And will see to it,
each word kisses the lips of your dear ones,
including your beloved,
the Moon as you call her!
That's my promise,
my dear poet
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