I am not big, see
I have no confidence
In my intellectual power
My mind is bankrupt.

I am mean but my
Aspiration is pitched too high
I crave for nectar but I have
No means to procure butter milk.

Good poet forgive me
And read my childish poems
With delight as I prattles
In lisping accents.

But what I am telling
That is truth and there is love.

gajanan mishra

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