BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA


Dissimilar - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Where the crowd oven flows than the act of accepting-
There must have deficit of something

The crow lives in rotten- ill smelling dirty place
Why are you at the side of dustbin?

Source of electricity at the front of eye-
Yet you live with darkness

You have made to create- but what are you doing?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 26, 2011


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