My Life
My life is like a pencil
Sharp and use
Once the work is done
Kept in box like tube
My life is like polythene
People use it and throw
Once i carry their load
They feel air and blow..!!
My life is becoming a dustbin
All come and throw garbage
Between my life and relation
There are only ashes.
Copyright © Bohari Mohammad | Year Posted 2014
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