Name Him If You Can

Bone strapped he sits
stiff as a brick.

He is a bundle of thistles
pricks and bruises.

Akin to a noisy rivulet
he chokes and regurgitates

As an undestroyable weed
he thrives and prospers.

He is not one among the many,
most among the throng.

Only a few are different.








By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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