No bed of roses, no lily flowers,
Nor this life's a rosy path.
No singing Pan to spray the mirthful showers,
Nor Shelley's Skylark in a musical bath.
No great achievements, no days of glory,
Nor that thrilling ecstasy,
No paths of marble or thrones of ivory,
Nor Browning's cheery nature in brightened fantasy.
Poetry by Raju Swamy
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Written on 2006-08-05 at 16:15
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