Anything That You Lost
Anything that you lost is only a,
minds chart to put its clay out of the pot,
as it is low in price worth more,
than its cost.
To examine carefully or in detail,
it is like a women's loose-fitting,
undergarment hanging straight,
from the shoulders to find a,
a stout bag,
carried on the back.
As "within the wind a core of sound"
makes men feel for a newly hatched,
it should be forgotten at hate,
as life is nothing but some time to
pass.
Copyright © Umesh Chandra Mahapatra | Year Posted 2022
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