A woman on the night road
With bright stars and
fearful soul.
Her daddy ring and mom
call
Anxiety rose with
heartbeat slow.
Next day a news come
A woman rapped under the
sun.
Cover her skin with
fashionable shorts
God make her skin like
blood clothes.
She stays hour 72, In
ICU
All touched blood change
still no name,
6 more months to new
flesh frame,
Still her soul in the
refrain.
After some million
years,
My daughter crawls with
red hair.
Most pure soul
everywhere,
May God bless her with
fresh air.
Abhay K
4 Comments
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