Broken Path Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Broken Path



You made me lunatic life became gloomy
Lunatic on ruined state world laments loudly

False love is more painful than killer disease
Toning hair lunatic utters word of series

Alas! Young life is chained up
So, memory tower sings of glories of past

Friend, return at least once- where you may be.

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