Odd Poem by dr. ram sharma
Odd
ODD
Mirror is the same,
But why the face changes again and again,
Why are the doors of the heart,
So small,
Why the flowers of faces have been withered,
Open the memory of life,
But no consolation,
Why there is no humanity?
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,mirror
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