The Bitter Apple
The city tops in murder
But is among the safest
So says well known newspaper
Last night the apple was sweet
This morning it is bitter
Time so weird inside the brain
Till the other moment no
Doors there were in the closed room
Now five doors as you can see
Pitch black night as sun rises
Very dense packed cloud in sky
Many a lie in the truth
Such is life in cup and cone
Flat land where we seek fine hills
World is an oxymoron
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31/8/2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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