Poor Leech Leech Leech Leech Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
Poor Leech Leech Leech Leech
Poor Leech leech leech leech
Now stood in the breach.
Worried the blood-sucker,
Alas! nearing dark future.
God! fate to live on corns!
Society of leeches mourns.
The world is no-man's land;
Beast having leg and hand,
Almost all nominal men
Oh! as if bitter sugarcane!
All made of stone and mud,
None holds human blood.
Man recently whom met
Fie! either maggot or insect.
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5/6/2024 9:54:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The world is no-man's land. Thanks for sharing.