BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA


Poems of BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

321. To You 1/16/2012
322. Towards Infinite 1/16/2012
323. Trace 12/26/2011
324. Transit 12/26/2011
325. Traveling 12/26/2011
326. Tree and Earth 12/26/2011
327. Tree Of Bokul Flower 12/26/2011
328. Tree of Wild Beasts 12/26/2011
329. Truth and False 12/26/2011
330. Tuber Rose 2/10/2012
331. Ula 1/15/2012
332. Under Banyan Tree 1/14/2012
333. Uniting In Illusion— 2/7/2012
334. Unmannerly 12/26/2011
335. Vagabond 12/26/2011
336. Valentine's Day 12/26/2011
337. Vegetable Seller 12/26/2011
338. Ventilation 12/26/2011
339. Virtuous Lady 12/26/2011
340. Waiting For 1/13/2012

Pencil

Pencil—

I got a pencil by a chance mere
Writing caused it ended never

Fairing of out burst I began
To keep hide it as seen by none

One night writing something
Went away to moon land, said nothing

Note says, on copy pencil lives for ever.

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