Rush-For Melting Ice Cream Poem by Aftab Alam
Rush-For Melting Ice Cream
Insects are eating the pulp of fruit-enjoying,
Survive in dark, seeing sun crying, dying,
For them their world is the fruit and nothing else,
I hope, we are not like those insects, dark dying,
We have senses to think, to dream-not hurting crying,
We are using it for the peace yet peace is a dream,
I don't know why and how-
Drop everything-what fuss, rush-for melting ice cream
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4/25/2024 9:36:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
peace is a dream, I don't know why and how- Drop everything-what fuss, rush-for melting ice cream