Just a genuine garbage
Overthrown from night hole
Whole the profile hanged
And a passion to purify
The passive cordial
Jumped high to bleach the sky
And caught some dry and dried herbs
Hallucinating the overall hankerings
Nowhere to hide the truth
Tell freely the spankings and fillings
Overwhelmed the genuine orbit
Garbage first formed by its intensive care
Thought could never reach
Action only favor!
Pranab k c
14/03/2017
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