Poems by Mamta Sharma
Sunday, 23 September 2018
Innocent Dolls
I still like innocent dolls,
They never fall,
That is why I recall,
Death comes to all,
Do not cause a reason to each other fall,
Be kind and youthful to all,
Some wise books to hold,
As precious as prize of gold.
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