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Move on to a Picnic...

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.



Poet Bipin Tiwari

lives in Namchi, South Sikkim

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