What's Wrong With Her Poem by Manonton Dalan

What's Wrong With Her



still vivid in my mind
rejected puppy, died
her mother refused
to give her milk, never
i can't understand why
maybe she bit nipples

one rainy day her mother
didn't came home, lost
somewhere in down pour
we found her dead on grass
curled looking at acacia tree
we buried her there; not me


(051011)

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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