After Passing The Bridge Poem by P K Joy

After Passing The Bridge



When you came to me begging for votes
You acted humble, noble, selfless and caring;
And a hundred promises you made.
You won. You're having fun. I remain the same old dustbin!

Sunday, October 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: old,caring,fun
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P K Joy

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Mavelikara in Kerala State of India
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