Piece Of Clay Poem by Shaheer Khattak

Piece Of Clay



My body is what? A shrink piece;

Of flesh, bones and ugly blood.

I'm a servant of insignificant piece of clay,

And yet I adore it and every other clay.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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