Rhyming
Pratik Mitra
It’s been a long time
that they forget to rhyme
life with knife
for like knife too...
Life is made use domestically
so that it bypasses mostly
and bumps into very few.
But it has it’s folly
as it can sometimes mirror;
what you see in stead yourself is terror
or passion’s crime.
You never know through tender, still life
how many strife’s
pop-ups are due…
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