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The Damn Fools' Deeds
The Damn Fools' Deeds
{In dream I happened to see Wordsworth on a street of a city. I greeted him and with due respect I said, “Sir, your Daffodils are still enshrined in our hearts, though centuries are gone by”-
Wordsworth smiled and uttered,” Following are the words worth for today's scenario!”
So here are Wordsworth's worth words}
The Damn Fools' Deeds
I wandered lonely in a crowd
That filled streets, squares and avenues
When all at once I saw a group
A golden gang owing damn fools' deeds
Along the streets by the lane
Twisting and dancing going insane
Continuous as the neon signs that shine
And flicker on the dark way
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin of a street
One hundred saw I at a glance in clubs
Winking their eyes in sprightly dance in pubs
The glowing bulbs beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling bulbs in glee
A poet could not but be gloomy
In such a moribund company!
I gazed –and gazed –but little thought
What misery the show to me had brought
For oft when on my carpet I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that blind eye
Which is, the curse of attitude
And then my heart with sorrow fills
And aches with the damn fools' deeds
{In dream I happened to see Wordsworth on a street of a city. I greeted him and with due respect I said, “Sir, your Daffodils are still enshrined in our hearts, though centuries are gone by”-
Wordsworth smiled and uttered,” Following are the words worth for today's scenario!”
So here are Wordsworth's worth words}
The Damn Fools' Deeds
I wandered lonely in a crowd
That filled streets, squares and avenues
When all at once I saw a group
A golden gang owing damn fools' deeds
Along the streets by the lane
Twisting and dancing going insane
Continuous as the neon signs that shine
And flicker on the dark way
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin of a street
One hundred saw I at a glance in clubs
Winking their eyes in sprightly dance in pubs
The glowing bulbs beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling bulbs in glee
A poet could not but be gloomy
In such a moribund company!
I gazed –and gazed –but little thought
What misery the show to me had brought
For oft when on my carpet I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that blind eye
Which is, the curse of attitude
And then my heart with sorrow fills
And aches with the damn fools' deeds
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The Damn Fools` Deeds
The Damn Fools` Deeds