Valmiki cursed when the hunter
killed the poor bird, a sarus crane
leaving its mate distraught. They mate
for life. And poetry was born
His angry words made anustubh
Is that how it's done, the meter
finds the words to fit? The verses
flowed, 24,000
If it worked for him, will it work
for me? This poem is the test.
Such a clever, intelligently crafted poem. And it does work!
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