I am a noun
I have with me,
a box of adjectives
Stored in which
Are my joys, lusts & griefs
A casket of trinkets & beads
And a thread that strings
them all together
in a classical weave.
At times
Even I become an adjective too
Cocooned in the noun of life
I warble at its beauty & bounty
the words & verses a few!
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