Sadists Poem by abbas abubakar

Sadists



When there are no tears
How will our oceans flow

When there are no flesh
How will our meals be spiced

When there are no pains
On whouse gong shall we dance

When there are no sorrows
Where would our inspirations be

When there are no confusions
On which feather shall we mount

And when there is no fire
In which hell shall u burn

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Gajanan Mishra 24 November 2013

very good write, thanks.

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