Written
With sweat and blood
Pages after pages
With the taste of Pain and joy
Every emotion
Big or small
Fully charged
Packed and sealed
Every incident
Recoded in details
For the experience
Good or bad
If you want to learn
Whether there is any love
For you and mankind
You just need to turn
The page number twenty one
Chapter after chapter
Written with mixture
Of success and failure
If any one
Written badly
And Tastes sour
It is my life
Full of blood and flesh
Please pass on to another
Face is the mirror of the soulLiterature is the face of the society as a wholeOh! Mirror, you have to reflect me as it is your goal.But why do you really fail to show my soul?Whatever I doIn front of youYou do that dittoIf I lit a cigar, you lit too without nitto.Even you can…
Now, he does not suffer the pain like beforeOut of his constant burningNor has he to stop to give to his beloved earthThe continuous flow of required heat and lightIf you wish, all of you may come to my houseI know the path short cut how to riseHave the fun, joy and ecstasyAll the luxuries…
And we can’t sit here together like a statueBetter, let’s talk about the weatherHow cold it is in the morning of summerIs this the effect of global warming?Perhaps not yet, but will effect very soonWhen the glassier will start meltingThe level of sea -water will riseAnd several counties will go under the seaTerrible! Yes, terrible…
You know well what would happenBut out of jealousy when your friendWould change his or her mindAnd turn into an enemyWithout knowingYou lay your heart, bareBefore it is too lateBe friendly with your friendsAs you are with your enemies
Never mind to stay moreA minute, a dayIn your smooth departure I rejoice my successIn my empty chest what you leaveThe round rings of your diesel smokeI will live smelling themAs an empty stationTill you come back as a trainGo, go away farLike a silhouette dissolves in a beachOr a rainbow meets with horizonWith delight…
Today I wish to be a frogAnd wants to make my oceanA well in the middle of a landThough I struggle against narrownessYet it is my long time planTo be a king even of a stripRather than to be a servant of a vast kingdomThis world turns to be useless heavenThe king is very oppressive…
