Tuesday, 13 June 2017

my poetry

one after another
with rhythm,
with good amounts of tear,
with glossy smile,
they appeared and immersed,
leaving their footprints here for your enjoyments.

it is happening
from ages,
and they are valueless.
can you ever purchase a smile
or
a drop of tear!
never, I swear.
So, they appear and become my friend ever.

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