in a cup of life
only spring was
no contrition of winter or summer
stung its grass
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A great thoughtful poem, a disaster looks very close, the ship of the earth has to reduce the increasing burden of growing population, who will be thrown into the ocean and who will continue the sailing, perhaps nature has left it for the probability.
under the sexiest fate-sun the broker of hope shears earth's earn burned! burned! hottest undone! in my experience the HOTTEST DAY LIES INSIDE A BEDSHEET AS IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT
in my heart Of flapping flirt! ..........lovely piece. Thank u, dear poet.anjandev roy.