SOBBING TEARS

          


            SOBBING TEARS



Once, often I heard;

Death comes

I wondered why an idle

Lunactic makes men ferrous

In their frustration they might

Cry, moan or groan

What difference has all

To a deaf adventurer

Who pursue without

Caution

Whoa! Lay cold death,

"He has an icy fist",

Though short enough

To leave the world bare

 once a twinkle.



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Tahiru Jonah Nasara (Success)


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