Trial - By Nikhil Nath


The world sleeps on a pillow called dogma
Where ideologies stick out like stigma
The anger that volcanoes thus vomit magma
Polls apart yet uniting grammar Zengma
Can you tell us when this ship will hit Panama?
When I waited by my mother suffering Asthma
The world got out its boad and played Helma
A new word spread through light of hell Enema
I had nothing going so I went to the cinema
To let my mind be engaged before the test for Diploma

- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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