Mysterious Pot Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Mysterious Pot



The great pot was in front of me,
I poured all my wealth into it,
In spite of it, it remained unsaturated at the end,
I remained confused for a while;
Then I scrutinized the pot minutely
And gently asked the reason of it,
Immediately I felt someone answered me from inside the important pot,
"That's why I am so mysterious."

Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression
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Me Poet Yeps Poet 14 August 2019

money grows in banks and as mangoes on trees in pots we put ablution ARRRRRRRRR please

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