Good World Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Good World



They were shouting,
I pleaded them to stop,
Being annoyed,
They asked me, "Why? "
I told them gently,
"My good world is calling me, "
They could not understand the meaning.

Saturday, December 28, 2019
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