Wearing The Crown Of Thorns

satishverma

A crowd of clones
was picking up sleeveless
shirts from potter's field.

Strangely nobody knows,
who were you after the
last laugh of the destiny.

The passion takes
you towards burning ghat, where
ultimate truth was hanged.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2024 20:01
  • Category: Nature
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