Guillotine Poem by v.m.saraswathy munuswamy
Guillotine
I am weak and Weary
Pale and fragile
Body without soul
Moments without days
Hands and legs
Move without impulse of love
Wish to run
As fast as I could
From the guillotine
Only one question poet-when you so down and low do you run away from the guillotine or to the guillotine.
Gud query, but Iam a mom need to shelter my son, so definitely no escape than to escape!
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5/7/2024 6:05:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wake up and live! Be very Strong in life. Fulfil your dreams! ! Once born on earth means that, death can come at anytime! You've achieved a lot already; so, DON'T WORRY much. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks a lot for your precious comments and optimistic motivation, love you dear, thanks