Pranab k c <br />28/05/2014 <br /> <br />the lost <br />when i found in the ditch <br />shivered with high <br />obligation <br />to dig its fathom <br /> <br />play began <br />at the moment of <br />purchasing <br />a pencil to draw <br />the spot <br />to return <br /> <br />lost is that parameter <br />every time <br />when the blade-edge <br />speaks of loudly <br />the loss of <br />sensitive drop <br />carrying Oxygen <br />and volatile misfortune <br />dictates <br />it's time mi'lord <br />take last observation <br />over the passion <br />you knitted bluntly <br />by your greedy paws <br /> <br />so and so much <br />bloody the thought <br />of dipping and digging <br />with last hound <br />the lost <br />lost by sudden sanguinity <br />of possessing positivism!<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-destitute-chaser/
