IN LIFE WE EAGERLY WAIT FOR SOMETHING STILL HOPES TO GET
SOME THING .IS IT ALL IN VAIN.
When I met
Ostrich
In the summer
My sundial was not working
Rain
Torn like
Hard winter clothes
Was writhing dry
I could not tell
My tale
To the village girl
Bare footed
I withdrew, outdated
A good bye
A luke warm hand
Lay open there still
Like
a FLOWER UNTOUCHED.
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