Hands swing around
a circle of numbers
till they reach out
both of them,
grab you by the lapels
then smack you in the eye.
You're late for work again.
Hands swing around a circle of numbers till they reach out both of them, grab you by the lapels then smack you in the eye. You're late for work again..... very well penned and intellegent thought over. i like it... read mine brown eyes, miss i miss you and home bound with inflamed mind
I took this as a humour poetry i suppose...its nice and well written poem...
Dear Adrian, very nice poem and impressive. please comment on my poem. with best wishes ramesh rai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hard task master...there yanking up poem....mercy master ;) well written cheers