Aug 2015
He was in a plastic box:
No water. Nothing solid.
Only his breathe blowing to emerge
Out of the jaw of a crocodile
And was groaning under its thorny teeth!
No water. Nothing solid.
Only his breathe blowing to emerge
Out of the jaw of a crocodile
And was groaning under its thorny teeth!
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Written by
Mohd Arshad
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