Poems are gems..
Not anybody can write poetry.
It is inherent and at times latent.
I write as it comes to my mind and forget once I set them in my blog.
That is my strength and weakness.
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Wednesday, 23 September 2015
Along The Road
Along the road
goes the tiny little toad
almost very bored.
It hops slow
finds none in the row
a terrible blow.
It is alone
no friend in the run
very much forlorn.
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