Crime Poem by Binod Bastola

Crime



Where was it, What was it

Forgot it - -

Fluked of occurrence wasn't it.

Seen many means of many times,

mini many rhymes

Dungeon of crimes,
no one has seen from where it chimed!

Blood all brimmed

Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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