Living With A Luck Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Living With A Luck
Sometimes life plays dirty games
We are accused of crimes
We do not commit
We have to lose face in public
We develop suicidal instinct
The law takes its time
To hear your arguments
Most of the time it remains asleep
On a table in the court room
We are told we are going
Through a bad patch
A question wells up in mind
Why me?
Friday, May 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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8/3/2025 5:28:22 AM # 1.0.0
We? ? ? ? ? ? no some! ! ! ! ! ! ! would be better please AKP ////////////develop suicidal instinct