A lame duck re-emerges
from water of life,
after paying for night of clouds.
The sex determines
the economy of a nation and democracy
writes the future of a man.
Who was bankrupt
in poor country of rich people?
You were the boss of a pavement.
The helplessness of a poetic justice
was writ large on your face.
A dog was throwing the bone for the poor.
A fierce battle was raging
between the sun and the moon.
The stars have eloped with the winds.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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