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at noonscorching redover my emptinesswhich never let me knowhow to begdoor to doorrather gives me spaceto introspectwhat ifin this worldall the meaningssaturatedand all men equippedwith sufficient meansand filledwith knowledgeto the brimI envisagea scene wherepeople beggingto givebut there is noneWith emptinessWho can in-take,at that timethe sun goes to setand I feelI am hugely blessed

I could blowBut when I cameTo pen you offThat would not become a qualityThat could not lift my poemFrom the average lineTo the line of extraordinaryI started to useFigure of speechLike simile and metaphorThis is like thatThat is like thisStill my poems remain very poorI turned to tell storyThey became good themeBut never become good…

Close your eyes fastTell me the truthWhat you feel..You may praiseThe boy of your neighbourOr hate the eyes of my favourite actorI shall never be annoyedJust to tell the truthYou baby need to be a little braveIf you want to tell meTell with little courageIf you praise the rising sunAnd the lips of the windI…

But from the beautiful facesI won’t take lies..When she says ‘’ I want to die ‘’in this world this isa great liein heart every one likes to liveno matter in what conditions,this is the quirkycharm oflifenone can denysuicide is not normalit is abnormal mental conditionit is forced uponand exceptional onethe beauties of lifelie not only…

Or a failure that crashes like the heap of wasteThe poems which contain continuous imaginationAnd have abnormal epithets like the tongue of fireNo doubt, at the beginning we may get sensationLater we feel like burning of our sensesAnd suffer like mental tortureThe reality in a piece of prose or in a reportIt does not cut…