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Comments about Akash Sagar
“rhyming From A Shoe’s Shoe”.
I have walked miles on efficient spaces,
Have burnt myself in three Summers;
And also got frozen thrice under icy Winters,
Ooh…! I am an old man now;
Ageing to last for 36 months and still breathing.
But a reluctant ignorance these days,
Hesitantly makes my paranoia to wait,
For my accidental suicide someday,
Someday, when I would get torn off;
And worn out to be thrown;
To decay and die, someday...
Get buried and cradled in the neighboring dustbin.
Ooh..! I still remember,
My God happily paying a dowry of five Grands,
So arduously ...