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Sanjeev Kumar

Rookie (Jamshedpur, India)

The Traps


Earlier one would think to have,
Thought the types of traps;
Of one and that of the long locks,
Here the list just goes bigger,
Money, Honey and the Phoney traps,
Each individually or in combination,
Reducing the man to his pre-mature ashes.

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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  • Gold Star - 19,264 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/19/2013 6:47:00 AM)

    reducing the man to premature ashes, wonderful thought. good one.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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