Preoccupation Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Preoccupation



Preoccupation—

If you have no time in hand-
Have to understand you dead

If air becomes motionless-
Human being goes in destruction

Spring always falls in drop
Is it spring or lover of her?

You are neither a robot nor a sparrow!

Monday, December 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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