Hoe Once Thought Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Hoe Once Thought



Hoe once thought
He would alone make
An end of the family of weeds;

Days gone.
Rather he is undone.
His blade decayed.
Weeds are in sound health.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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