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A Pack And A sack


A weight not less.


A pack and a sack

all on the shoulder’s back

she climbed up the hill  high

looking around  with a shy

reached the top  in a minute

marched ahead with a salute

planted the flag on the soil

while the sun was at the boil

kissed the land with love

made a gentle  bow

walked down  with   satisfaction

with the pack and sack

all on the shoulder’s back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A lover of classical Carnatic music.
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