Aftab Alam

Gold Star - 39,733 Points (15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

.. My Boll - Poem by Aftab Alam

He was tilling the field
Black soil for cotton yield
'Since time immemorial'


I told her, as a peasant
Putting on her head, a crescent
My cotton, you are my boll

I laughed.seeing her face
And the eyes roll
With a peculiar droll

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  • Rookie - 421 Points Shania K. Younce (3/28/2014 4:31:00 PM)

    I like the rhyming. Bien! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013


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