Bipin Tiwari
Let's get exit,
From the corner,
Of singular darkest room.
Move on,
And move on,
In a collection,
To a picnic,
Through the path,
Of jungle.
Somewhere in the
Farthest hinterland.
Let's throw,
And omit,
The tray of gadgets.
In an indoor trot.
And move on,
And on.
To a picnic.
Let's collect,
The food,
To cook in
A jungle of kitchen,
With the bunch of curries,
And spices.
So let's move,
And move On.
Move on to a picnic.
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Poet Bipin Tiwari
lives in Namchi, South Sikkim
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