Dying-Night Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Dying-Night



Dying-Night —

That which is past never be called
Like the past let the sorrows are crushed

There look the shores why do you suffer
Birds chirping always but all are not nest builder

The pain of past only names more afflicted
Blazing sun sings expects life of enlighten

Tired and dying night bound the contact ended!

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