At Some Other Time Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

At Some Other Time

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Long way to go. Flaming Zeal;
We, intimate friends walking, gossiping,
laughing, making merry;
Watching bloomed belle-tree trying to woo;

In course of time stock of water used up;
Once stock food all spent too.
Now we each and everybody waiting for opportunity
To kill each other and make meal

Sunday, June 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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