Teach is to Learn.....to learn too much is Hamlet?

This was the essential question which amazed the lull out of  The Nizam, slowing  his, that trip caused by the stain of betelnutleafconcotion, a quintessential Eidreabadi mix which in the words of the poet bawdy, was the beginning of an experience which is beyond the ecstatic as he claimed and often bragged.His experience with that source of the red soul reaching drip of sa'liciouseness often figured in the books of those poets, shut out from popular society, which he figured he was a part Author Off.

It was however a closedsecret astohow some sections of the society, had come to know that he, Nizams so called bawdy poet, also celebrated the beginning of those famous endings which moved like that wild west wind or of moors up there where the contrasts are shades of sloth and embroidery extraordinary and that bloody Unicorn which I never shot but come up on the the camera.

The Horway people took the easy way, avoided the trap, claimed that nobody in their progressive  locale knew who Hamlet was in stark contrast to the way of life presumed to be the ethos of being under the flag.The prison was fettered,quiet hardly to say so, to handle an act of Hamletian proportions, even before Hamlet drew the sword or thought of what love is to live or to life.

Sometimes ghosts walk past and sometimes those beneficent ones give a glimpse of certainity of truth, a double horizon, as inexplicable as that poets truth.













































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