The Dropped Dry Leaves

The Dropped Dry Leaves short poem

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A Teenage girl with lovely eyes
Dragged from every corner of boys!
First user free…
Grown like a tree!
The taste in dating continued
The committed mistakes are mounted!
The body has become decayed
Heart beats counted the day!
Log out in the file of life!
Shutdown by the streetwalkers…
See…Whereabouts the enjoys?
Her body lies on the open ground.
Flies,Eagles ,Dogs etc are the invitees!
The last dinner…a loss to humanity!
The Street grown Prostitutes are…
An autumn season’s dropped dry leaves !

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Iam Very much interested in writing haiku poems in Tamil language.  I want to establish something new in haiku poems.
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