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Own Way [Own Way]

There are four seasons,
There are many oceans.
But in your own poems,
There are no changes?!

Things are unlimited,
Lives are unlimited,
But only in your poems
Are themes limited?!

Plants have identity,
Planets have identity.
So, to prove your poem,
Tell me its identity!

In gold you find faults,
In land you find faults.
So when you write poems,
Why do you have faults?!

Words you know well,
Poems you read well.
How long you need to
Write your poems well?!

You walk in your way
you talk in your way
So why can’t you try
To write poems in your way?!

meet the poet: Kannadasa Dasan

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I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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