I Was Not Cruel
In a stilt-house
I ate two-three drops rain
with a bread slice;
A mouse stared at me with fear of fear
Bared I was on flooded map
Ruthlessly a snake ate the mouse
But I couldn't hunt the snake
Oh; I was not cruel actually
-Sunday, June 9, 2019 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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