Branded case,
Golden cross,
Lovely bouquets.
With none to mourn,
His soul broke up into-
Thousands of flinders.
Vultures are awaiting,
To stuff their bellies
With the sweat and blood.
And they combat again
With the sweat and blood
To combat on one another.
അഭിപ്രായങ്ങളൊന്നുമില്ല:
ഒരു അഭിപ്രായം പോസ്റ്റ് ചെയ്യൂ