.. My Boll Poem by Aftab Alam

.. My Boll

Rating: 5.0


He was tilling the field
Black soil for cotton yield
'Since time immemorial'


I told her, as a peasant
Putting on her head, a crescent
My cotton, you are my boll

I laughed.seeing her face
And the eyes roll
With a peculiar droll

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shania K. Younce 28 March 2014

I like the rhyming. Bien!

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