Yeah! this oneA Poem by writ rajatIt is a marketing
In the morning I go to market,
open the door and pick up a basket, I forget items that I need, now everything is of my need, Unfortunately I have limited money, but my wants are many and many, suddenly I fetch a bun, internally I say Yeah! this one. Then I take a sharp turn , when my pocket starts to burn, while returning I fetch a jam, I stuck in a pocket jam. A man come with a high rise collar, asking me some fifty dollars, when the time of my role, I found a very big hole, in my pocket, I rush back at the speed of rocket, Before he open fire with a gun, Then I say Yeah! this one.
© 2013 writ rajatAuthor's Note
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