Tuesday, 11 March 2014

A wilted death






















Rain gluts the thirsty roots.
Flies glut the lizards’ hunger.
Man’s life gluts his death when
He has got enough, enough women
To woo, court and conquer their hearts.
Otherwise it is a wilted death.
25.05.2000
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