Friday, November 30, 2012

A thought by me: District

Delicacies laid there,exotic flowers over here

I was very pleased ,As i felt little desire

But the serenity fade,when I took on left

Angels were gambling,For comfort and rest

I broke in tears .To take a few steps

To sink myself down,I saw an ugly fest

I thought they were eating,Beef and pork

But it was more a human flesh

A bite over there,And a burnt over here

I wish I haven't got ,so very near

What kind of place is this? Oh! My dear

I searched for answer, filled my heart with fear

With the softest touch on my shoulder,

I met the finest eyes which speak bolder.

An with a smile ,they said ,'My dear'

The only heaven ,to feed me Poor.

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