57 Our Heart Poem by Athul KrishnaA

57 Our Heart



doom dooom doom doom-
there goes our heart
doom doom doom-
Always working,
to keep us alive
doom doom-
keeps working
even in sleep
doom-
But finnaly when
he tires himself out
-
we are no more

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Athul KrishnaA

Athul KrishnaA

Kottayam, Kerala
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