Anticlockwise Poem by Vishal Sharma

Anticlockwise



earth revolves all aroud us
the feeling is just simple and naive
we do or work morning to evening
the thrist even reside within us
we prepare ourselves to die
mothers prepare their siblings to born
cant it happen anticlockwise? ?
NO_ never...

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