In Quest of Life
IN QUEST OF LIFE
Soil tortured
Miles ahead after mile is without life.
Summer spreads her long leg.
Tongue is dry.
Apathy is for cute remains back.
Tongue is dry so feel so lack.
Street dogs are in mud.
Round eyes look so pales of bird.
Shabby dressed woman are on huge pot.
Groups of people are in quest.
Coastal digging fate waits.
Life remains.
Hope is so.
Pots are in want for life to and fro.
SAROJ KHAN[SAKHA]
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