The rainy mythA Poem by Muhammad Qasimpersonally, this seems to be my best work till now inspired by certain thoughts at a certain place...
Among the myths soo many
One about a penny FRom the rainy sky Believe me.. Not a lie From the rainy sky Among the many drops of rain One evily laughing.. Said hi Sliding down the crane..on the ground till going down the drain Only hi, before death, not even a bye In the drain It went through From a tube, that seemed new Like it had a brain Seeping through a joint At a certain unexpected point Diving like a spy Many would suprisingly shout "Oh my" Along the pipe.. Ravish and old Super fast.. It was bold Sliding upon an uneven stack of freezed grease It went and creased At a totally unexpected point In the old Wall Where many bricks came to a joint There was hole Flying through No attention it drew Straight down In the mouth of that innocent prisoner on death's row Wearing a teared gown As now.. Shouted all the black crows His Throat wettened enough His two days survival.. No longer a bluff His entire clan That made a single rescue plan In a day more As the lion.. Somewhere made a roar His life Along his wife He had it all back Revealing his name... Was jack Everything.. He had packed Nothing then he lacked They were all gone Never knowing..his life was an extended loan!! © 2013 Muhammad QasimAuthor's Note
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