FLYS ARE AGAIN





       FLYS ARE AGAIN

 Again & Again when the 
 day passes with the sous of
 lost in the sense ,when i found 
 my self in the corner of the road 
 
 In my room Again & Again 
 my hate flys like a bee to this 
 world 

     FLYS ARE AGAIN


with love all 
jagdish bajantri 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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