I LOVED PLATO
Iloved Plato
Iloved Seneca
With no less
Love for Montaigne
They directed me
They misdirected me
In whatever direction
They could see
Ilived beneath a canopy
With all shade no heat
I felt proud
I felt elated
Anybody to beat
I stood tiptoe
And better could see
That life escapes
The goings-on
Something
From within withdrew
I like myself, my friend
My foe
The shapeless
Would have me hew.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
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