Auction of my Heart
(He entered da Auction-room. a bare-footed, untidy-casual young man. When he stepped on the stage, bidders start whispering among themselves. Suddenly breaking his silence, Slowly he starts Reciting da Lines… )
Tonight,
I would like to auction ma Heart
Yes, My own Pulsating Heart,
What is -
Stupid, because of its foolishness.
Idiot, for its sky long day-dreaming
And obstinate...
Thursday 26th January 2017 8:47 am
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