My Poetry
My try is that
The flow of the river is in me
The coasts close to the river are dense
Ferries are in place
To be the temple on the hills
Different types of vocals should be stitches
Mid summer
It's me to get up
Whoever thirsts can catch
Fill up empty pot
Do not return to the arrow by touching sad
Deer or cow, tiger or goat
Mosquito bombs
Everyone is in me
I do not stay in the collection
Keep my strength
My body is cut off
Take water down
Wherever there is tyranny
Die in me !!!
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