Zambia Poem by Vishal Sharma

Zambia



Heat of cold sun
give you burn
middle in the forest
no place for rest
be the best
among the worst
poverty rules
kings less
but a peaceful place
to visit to.
i have once
do you?

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my trip to zambia.
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