The Man

Poem By Aftab Alam

Here comes he! The fool with sword
He don't know the language of pen
He purchased the cock for the Eggs
Requested him, please bring the Hen/
Flood of Blood is my desire, shouted
‘Mightiest man of mightiest world'
When yelled his tongue sprouted
And suddenly into the den it hurled//

Comments about The Man

The fool with sword He don't know the language of pen- - - - the man who settles things with violence instead of using words is a dangerous fool indeed
The pride of man! Thanks for sharing.

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