I brood on my life
To hatch my pain
With warmth of my strain
I adhere to that pain.
I alone lay it,for,
Service to others.
I enjoy its beauty,for,
It shines my feathers.
Pain would be tormenting;
If brood over one's self.
Can't be it stood on the
flash of own comfort.
For a bath in shower of fragrant spring
You wait and on winter string.
balakrishnan.cherkala.
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