Ring of words ( after Guardian)
Every thing has got its own place,
tune and corner, ringing in its pace.
Words well said sound apt when
Uttered by right
thinking and
Song has its meaning and melody
Sung by a ringer in tunes warped
In his moods of choice set to times;
I have understood impact of words
In day to day life and sail of each minute.
Lover and lunatic sing their own songs
In day light, in noon’s bright and day’s beam.
Sunset and fall never intervene,
Their affairs and afflictions, for red and white
linger in the same valley for all.
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