Prativa Dey
12/9/19//
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The creation
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Agriculture rains me
Poetry without creation,
The mind is in pain
If you do,
Maybe it hurts
We make audible,
That's how I got it
Whatever is available,
Maybe it has nothing to do with food,
Make it so
Prose or verse,
Maybe become a patron,
Maybe you're in love
Arrow closed.
Whatever maturity
If it is boiled.
Just think
The matter has been available.
Agriculture rains me Poetry without creation, beautiful thoughts so nice poem.....stanza..
Maybe you're in love Arrow closed. Whatever maturity If it is boiled... a very fine poem.. tony
Very impressive write, Prativa Dey. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
A refined poetic imagination, Prativa Dey. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry without creation, The mind is in pain..../// beautiful, like it come come come to the poem drive the heart rhythm with the wise pen it's poem; yeah, come to the poem.........///