Quarreling Poem by RAJAT GHOSH
Quarreling
O dear please hear
Don't call me my peer,
I would not like perhaps
Your virtual voice's gaps.
Nonsense you and me too
And I don't go to the zoo,
I will call you in mid night
Receive it or I will fight.
Don't call me my friend
No time my head to bend,
Let us converse face to face
Let all virtual fellings to be less.
Stop quarreling and concentrate onlife
Smoke the real with reality's peace-pipe.
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4/23/2024 6:17:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Stop quarreling and concentrate onlife Smoke the real with reality's peace-pipe. '..is very nice. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem
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