Swing Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Swing



A poor farmer was tying a rope
with a branch of a tree...

His little girl noticed it from distance.
The following day she died due to shock.

Alas! He was preparing a swing for his only daughter!

Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: daughter,girl,poem,tree
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