Look look look
At this huge clay
Clay is falling on top of clay
The end of clay is also clay
Hey!!! stop stop stop......
Stop saying it "my ,mine"
Nor its yours , nor its mine
Its four days !!!
World is festival of four days
Then the clay is just waste
The end
Dont make
here hustle bustle
Also i am clay
also you are clay
This Castes is clay
Those Clours are clay
" Just God is high"
Everything else
Is just
" clay"
YOU ARE READING
lost
PoetryTwo shadows Were my home That was my comfort zone One before me One behind me Two walls Big and tall I was following those steps In between the path I lost one Where it gone now Two shadows One was before me Another was of my own How wil...
