Without being disturbed

Without being disturbed
You are here
You appeared and you disappeared
You are not here to know
Summer winter happiness disaster.

Without being disturbed
You are here
Nobody is there to kill you
Nobody can kill you
The word kill is but a chill.

poem by Gajanan MishraReport problemRelated quotes
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