An Inked paper…

Thu, 09/03/2015 - 03:45 -- rajesh

An inked paper which was thrown lies on the Floor;

waiting for its recipient.

Fly away when the wind was blown.

A message who lives on another side of the road.

Someone was there waiting, O wind what you did…

Are so jealous? Don’t be so…

This poem is about: 
Our world

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