The old witch and lugard
#MonsoonPoem
From a distance, comes a river washing away our past
From the clouds comes incessant ghosts
reminding us our scars
From the south west, comes wind blowing away our fears
But the sounds from the north remind us of our fears
We're doomed with this old styled witch and lugard
But no one cares
From a distance, comes a river washing away our past
From the clouds comes incessant ghosts
reminding us our scars
From the south west, comes wind blowing away our fears
But the sounds from the north remind us of our fears
We're doomed with this old styled witch and lugard
But no one cares