Theme: Hoovering
Need
by Aparna Chatterjee
Need a hoover To whisk away The clouds From the Sky.... It's been Months I've seen A sunny Sky.... If I have to Live thru Another Such Severe Winter With ceaseless Gloomy days.... I'll surely die. Such a Glum, sordid Weather Can even Make a Joker cry.... He'll run Out of Jokes As he'll Stop Feeling High.... He'll bid Farewell To the world Saying his Last goodbye.
27-Jan-2020
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