You have not at all said, not yet,
all that you wanted to say.
Everything is scattered,
in total disarray, hardly half-complete.
End-rhymes came crowding;
middle-rhymes, too, laid themselves out
in festive extravagance
in the profusion of green leaves.

Some of them you correctly put together.
but others lacked harmony.
Where did the remaining words go ?
The smell of those words still glimmer dimly
while some more words hang in the distance
from an invisible thread.

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The lines taken from Selected Poems: Al-Mahmud

A dedication to the bloggers in SomewHereInBlog

SP: Apologise, quoting verses from a Fav Poret Al-Mahamud. In fact my being and beowsing SomewHereInBlog was so doumbfounded that drove me undone finding right words to praise Bloggs and Blogs and the talents in the site.
Lest I fail to express laudatories with due manner to the writers here, I borrowed some lines from a beloved poet. His verses are lamps in the dark, watering to the core of our thoughts, and soothing to souls.

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