A Man With Courage
It’s been serious job for me to write or funniest job to laugh at, be happy at the end and understand the grimace of phases.
A Man with Courage (Part One)
The moon is high, the fire burns
The trees snore, the bees snore
The tiny little baby face reflects the bonfire
In his enormous black eyes,
The cry is no more a cry
It is a call to demons
He summons bravely.
The wolves growls, snores and accuses the baby
Of starting a new world in a jungle,
They kill his parents,
Screams can be heard still in the world,
The baby survives
That’s how the path of justice is carved.
Copyright © Simran Gindwani | Year Posted 2017
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