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By A RoyalEnfield Bike lover

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English Poetry, Uncategorized

faar in a county, when bullet starts ,,,,,,
faar in a county, when bullet starts ,,,,,,

it’s tigers in jungle hugg their cubs,
lions count their females,,

in a busy traffic when bullet sound is heard….
it’s hard to differentiate between a bike and artillery,,,,,

All remember and search for rear view mirror ….. heart beat increases and blood boils,,,,,,

Left falls right and right falls left…
congi slaps himself, kejri starts sweeping the road….

Bullet just pierces through all the autos and domos, just on straight line towards its goal……

Long live RE

—- Midnight poem

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