That Tree
That tree
Gave its fruits to me
Gave its branch to a nightingale –
After consuming those fruits
Filth came out from me
From the nightingale
Pleasant singing came up
To pervade and prevail
Copyright © Rochish Mon | Year Posted 2016
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