That you are infested
With the bugs of commonalities
But the sun shines bright
And the Everest stands with the mighty height
From where the essence of excellence
Beckons me
Yet I agree with you
For the reason that
I want to be sociable
Though the ghost of ordinary
Stings me
Like honey bee.
Teach them well so that theyNever come to me again
The struggle of men is a novel living legendary history!
And become true?She smiles and says;‘‘If I come down I loseThe very meaningFor which I meantThe pleasure in sorrowAnd joy in despair;I’ll never come to dieWith colorful wingsI want to fly;I’ll remain thereA fairy tale to tell for ever”
But I sayThey are wrongLove can gift youA new lifeJust chooseA right kind of person
Instead I am led to come to touch with a basketFull of of technique of the artI stitch a garland out of them and put it around my neckNo transformation has taken placeInside I remain the same personThough I learn a lotAnd add up more to the account of my knowledgeBut they are not actually…
I was very wrongYou sucked my bloodAnd pricked my heart.Whatever you wantedI gave you those allI was very wrongAs you tied me in chain and snatched my freedomAnd became the unholy ruler of my kingdom.
