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Don’t be nervous, 
Nor do you grieve, 
Oh, Bard, soothe, 
In life’s destined gloom.
True, 
Callous have ages been, 
To man and beast the same.
Often did he trample, 
Many a mass massively.
Leaving no marks 
Of compassion, 
Still, in papyrus 
Did he found
The last bliss.
Moods, thoughts, 
Passions and instincts
Had its due blend 
In pure minds, 
For meager words
To turn immortal, 
For Monuments to dare 
The time untamed.
On the chariot 
Of savage sayings 
Did his emotions migrate
Meandering mind-miles.
Still do they remain
Fluttering as flags
Lauding slogans 
Of daring insights, 
While the instant blog 
Maggots do bud
And vanish 
In the fleeting digital rut.
Moon has lost
Her bashful silver, 
Swallows and cuckoos, 
Linnets and Jai birds, 
All have their songs 
In tone so feeble
On the banks
Of bleeding brooks.