Who Knows About The History About The Internal Caves
Who Knows How To Feed Me ,I Don't Know Sir
Who Knows How To Feed Me ,I Don't Know Sir
I Am Struggling To Live I Am A Lost Traveller
She doesnt know i am here on her cave,mother lion
I horridly sleep and watch out the payphones
Who knows the frighten the greatest fears
Who knows the mother will come and just tears
My hands are frozen,i cant tie my laces
I never faced such disaster cases
My children with mouth open,remember my beloved kia
I am already blinded suffering from permetropia
My head are habitat of thousand of leeches
I walked one and fall three on ditches
I feeled like suffer from tones of load
I've forgotten how to softly walk on road
My feets and finger have already been foud of frust
My neck have been suffering from hottest thirst
My stomach is hollow and empty because of hunger
This is a pain and sad poem of lost traveller
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