Punter Poem by Nikunj Sharma

Punter



Traces of wisdom;
Were hard to find.
Myopia ruled;
Before he turned blind.

The dust’s dotted with his blood;
One who once stood here as stud.
Lies now unclothed and bare;
A Punter died, they say here…

Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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