A TAILOR With all these layers put there, No trace of bleeding were there, Now finally stitching were to be done, Needle was placed,for the things to seal, Like a chirping bird was machine ready to sound, She heard something, needle she forgot to replace, The needle entered at the center, It entered and a drop, it entered and a drop again, She didn't noticed at all, blood flowed, It started making hole,in his soul, It entered again and again, Drop and drop,drop and drop it flowed...(cont.) -- Mr.Shubham kumar (page no-3) #friends (page no-3)
