| Dugbog
Join Date: Dec 2003
Posts: 120
|  Cold morning dead evening
Once upon a cold morning i saw
while hurrying down a crowded path
by the looks of him a labourers boy
lying on the ground, twitching without no sound
Wondered whether i should wonder whats wrong with him
i wondered wrong and left him their
reasoned the world is full of people
people who can help and those people will
As evening came and i hurried back home
a cold grey night and i clutched my coat
in my hurry took a wrong decision
and stopped by a dead end
felt colder than ever before
many dead ends i have stood before
but the one dead end i was standing before
was just as dead as the boy bellow
(G.G.)Sushant Gaur 
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