Poet of Pot
Poet of pot
Thirst die in flames of coal
Which molded by water and Clay
I am a gentleman who is digging the sand of gold to
Bring the drops of rain on his face
The heat tightening the flesh to eaten by eagles and gid hey my princess please bring the drink from my pot by the deadly walk of you in my heart...
By leaving your sandles near your place.... Till the wait of my i called poet of pot
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Copyright © Jagdish Bajantri | Year Posted 2020
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