Doom Fetus

April 7, 2017 April 7, 2018
Doom Fetus sonnet poems

Uploaded by SUMIT NASKAR

Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter,
An unborn baby, before its loving lover-
Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will-
“Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!”
Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig dream deep death grave!
God be thy, not fret by thy pious crepe.
Listen! Pray I, to the future bearers-
“Why you all do love those little fathers!”

And what if I be that womanish dare-
To ask if Gods have all, Goddesses less care!
But still looks read Books, all those Pandits may-
Have less than mean heart which knowledge too nay.
For a human form from a shape lotus-
Turns thoughtless ship to fix the doom fetus!

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WINFRED MUTINDI
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WINFRED MUTINDI

Wow, love the creativity, just awesome

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SUMIT NASKAR
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SUMIT NASKAR

thanks win

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