Killed Poem by Akhil Zoomin

Killed



She waited very patiently
for the plant to grow up
to taste the fruit
of the seed
which was planted by her own hands
she waited very patiently
but cut down it with
her own hands
just before it is
suppose to bear its fruit

Saturday, February 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: break up
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