Wonders not so wonder to make believe the cosmic world follow your finger to keep and to not keep the beautified earth made by poets, artists, artisans, musicians by moments after moments
Wonders are simply wondering itself when man cry with hunger, helpless hopeless vagrant just to live and to become
the shelter of dependents vacantly crossing the roads, the docks, the auction centers day after day with empty hands
Wondered wonder myself yet alive before you my boss whose boots are heavy to smash the idiots and vendors galloping through the way from time to timeless proximity!
Pranab k c
17/10/2021
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