Script Of A Night Poem by Rahman Henry
Script Of A Night
Where the night growing dense and darker—
Waking up from sleep, I stand: there;
Breaking grandpa's childhood
A whole woodland appears
All those diction that were not mine—
A dead horse
The wailing of a cute lady fox
The eighth phase of the moon—
On the third alleyway, inside the silence
There lays— corpses of some devotee to a master;
Now, the sons of human, going to cast their votes...
At noon, peace-flowers would bloom on the trees of cracies
wonderful humorous - Waking up from sleep, I stand: there; Breaking grandpa's childhood /// it seems to me- a long queue of CORAL on REEF! its time for ONE after ANOTHER!
What a smart political satire, I admire your writing skills, after a long time I read a witty satire from you. Amusing 10++++ Now, the sons of human, going to cast their votes... At noon, peace-flowers would bloom on the trees of cracies
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5/18/2024 12:29:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very interesting and humorous. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing. You have a unique style of expressing your thought. Liked it.