A POET OF RAMPUR
3rd December 2018
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“Hey poet! Why do you look so sad? Searching seven heavens you bring home a queen at last. Be happy, and enjoy forever life of conjugal bliss.” I commended. The poet eyed me with a queer look and said nothing. He sat on haunches in the backyard of his hut, and writing a suicide note on a piece of crumpled paper. “Are you mad?” I said, and snatched the note and tore it into pieces. The poet looked vacant. He hung his head between his knees, and sat silent. I feel awkward. Till this morning I enjoyed each moment of
