Irony For Being Ardent Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Irony For Being Ardent



A strange land is hard to find,
Once you do find
The land that is one of a kind,
The strangers do not mind,
Isn't it all so indifferent!
Irony for being ardent.

Friday, September 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: adventure,curiosity,kind,land,strange,stranger
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