A flying coin
Raced toward the red door
Inside the periphery of
So called white pigeon world;
That sappy argument started,
As always, from a dubious rumour,
Inching heavier and heavier to fussing fight
Of a decade long episode for an unhopeful warrior!
It was a hint of tinkling bell of dystopia,
Pacify the mourn on the human evolution;
The coin hit the floor, amazing silence indeed,
Again it versified another chapter on future demolition!
This is 6th entry on the 6th day of NaPoWriMo 2016 Challenge. Do you really think the world is prone to ultimate and that also on some silly non-sense? Share your thought about it and how the reading experience of this poem was! Comment section is just right below.
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