Dissimilar Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Dissimilar



Where the crowd oven flows than the act of accepting-
There must have deficit of something

The crow lives in rotten- ill smelling dirty place
Why are you at the side of dustbin?

Source of electricity at the front of eye-
Yet you live with darkness

You have made to create- but what are you doing?

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