I am not a born poet with lofty thoughts
Who walks through seashore and gazes the evening sky
I am not a saint poet in contemplation
Who sits at holy sands and utter philosophical nothings
I am no Socrates Plato or Aristotle
Who shaped the humans to the civilized greatness
I am neither Alexander nor Ashok nor anywarrior king
Who slaughtered human lots for their brutal lust
I am just an ordinary human being walking through your streets
Sometime I deliver picked up fallen flowers at your door of hearts!
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