Poem: So I’m Not Famous.
So I’m Not Famous.
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So I’m not rich and famous.
OK, so I’m not rich and famous.
It’s only me after all
Living an ordinary life,
But I can understand
Even people like Hannibal
And the mighty Kublai Khan
Are dead and gone now
‘Cos it is only a life.
But these moments I feel,
These moments of intimation,
Are like touching God’s hem.
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