Lost My Tooth
I am a pick pocket
Unstitched pocket empty house
Plan to go for a date
Rain is high crash umbrella
Stale food is not in My life
I suvre with love to her
I have two pockets one is empty
Another I found my self that demands of her High like rocket booster a smile I hide My tooth in My pocket and called pick pocket.
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Copyright © Jagdish Bajantri | Year Posted 2023
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