My Poem Read Poem by Rajnish Mishra

My Poem Read



Sun's burning holes through moon, no wind during typhoon,
The spinning earth to topple, old bones going supple,
May happen they all one day, but this you never must say
That lines of mine will be read, and not consigned to death.

Thursday, June 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,poem
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