Creating Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Creating



Creating—

Sea does not preserve the rotted dead body
If preserve unlimited radiance’s in her store house

What the things hidden in you-
Like rotten dead body through out all those

If you cogitate the egg as solar region-
And the sun as yolk-

What do you observe?

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