Friday, September 20, 2019

from previous-

-a  new  poet  kept  his  pen name  -zakhmi-the  wounded-, one  fine  day  he  reached  his  friend"s  house  and  knocked  on the  door, the  host  from inside  shouted  his  question who  was  there
-the  visitor  friend  replied  -the  wounded  zakhmi
-again from the  inside  the  man  shouted  his  instructions  to  go  to  the  near  by  hospital

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