My Views That Kill, O Lord! - Poem by Vishal Sharma
Bitwixt the sunday nap and the monday hill task
joint tragedy that circles my mind up engulfing it whole
and shocking enough to mix them up and down, a ride
that has planted my mind with those infectations
what a whold deadly game a person may have seen
thanks God, I am not one of them
You always cheat me, why?
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