Hard Rocks Poem by Queeny Gona
Hard Rocks
Years passed long...
Generations changed...
Civilization took birth!
Life style improved,
Superstitious believes toppled down...
But, Ancient customs of looking down a sect, still persist!
Pity on those hard rocks!
Being haven't moulded with time.
A bouquet of flowers for those unmelted rocks!
'A boquet to those unmelting rocks' Good ending. Satirical and fine thoughts.
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4/25/2024 10:37:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow... good one Gona... really speaking sarcastically and pitching those high ones who are still believe in those narrow minded thoughts...