Five Little Poems – Ashraf Kallod, Kerala

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Love
No end
No rent
No tent
No kind

Complaint Box
Fill my stomach today
But, tomorrow
All goes to waste box
Without any solution

No
No thorn
No rose

Time
No time for me
To know you in me

Word
I couldn’t create
A bouquet
By the words of
Flowers.

But it became
A wreath

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