Body
My body
I feel lite my skin getting colder
Nope to hope my eyes gets open which is closed
I am remembering the last words and your face with a tear
My society is reliable as cynical as throwing stones
What wrong if I am not able to stop crying I tryed drinks and drugs some where something is broken that will not fix it up
I this large world we are an ant if squall comes to me I request for my breath to my body
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
Copyright © Jagdish Bajantri | Year Posted 2021
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