Monday 29 November 2021

If my pleading is not a crime,

 I beg if my pleading is not a crime,
And time is not time but a rhyme often spoilt by an inconvenient line,
Of sin, I often found laughter at the end of the east,
Where north and south never meet.


K.Oni

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