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After becoming a scare-crow or scape-goat
Who bothers about a man in tattered cloth?
Life is at the fag end of life when time ends;
But what's left is love one leaves behind....!
Not the love of sensuous kind of flesh or fowl
Or fish in colourful romantic forms in joy here
But in ever ageless art form as eternal Nature
That pleases all and enlightens all for good ever!
Poetry is the product of love poet leaves behind
His mind, heart and soul though become old....
Just as scape-goat or scare-crow in tattered dress!
They stand to safeguard all from outsiders ever!
Threats of aliens never touch one under love spell
Like the faith of religion that holds in all weathers!
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