Hue and cry

Hue and cry everywhere and you have to
Entered in to and findout you own lace of peace therein.

Nothing is untrue and nothing is true and
You have to see the falling leaf from the tree
And find the wayout how to console yourself.

This is the clear morning you see the sun is cheerful
When the greatman become cheer the happyness
of layman become dear.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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