once a lovely day, to write, we sat
from the morning to night, we sat.
that which could lay a sword to rest
with a pen of such might, we sat.
sleepy we feel lying on the couch
on a chair, bolt upright, we sat.
restless by nature that my mind is
holdin' our thoughts tight, we sat.
there ain't a respect for shayars here
Oh 'Aks', this despite, we sat.
:-)
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