Nomads
NOMADS
Children in the nomadic kit
They never wake-up to the day light
They are born to the sleepy darkness
Really they have not born at all
Darkness in the finger tip
For somebody every five years
Life never respond any story beyond
Actually no where we lived at all
Landing on the dark pit
And pretending to live terribly failed
Don't deserve to sensible the pass away
Factually no one possess a death at all.
Padmakumar
Copyright © I.B. Padmakumar | Year Posted 2016
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