That morning I woke With a bit of shock Why does Mary into a sob broke? Is it the infinite phone talk? What is it, I said From the dark room of bed I feared the answer od dead Stood at the door of my girl in red With another fit of sob She said, it's my cat, little bob He broke his paw and tore its lobe When he ran, frightened of a handsome mob!
സാങ്കേതിക പരിശോധന - Manu Mathew തീയ്യതി: 19/ 04/ 2020 >> രചനാവിഭാഗം - കവിത