Dark clouds are sent
As if it lowered his head
Hands are on the cheeks
Eyes are full of red
Pondering very deeply
How to get rid of
The hot of the sun
Unfriendly, unaffectionate.
The cause of his own origin by default
The cause and affect
Affecting his cause
Of being very upset
No option left but to ameliorate
The problem by killing himself
Heavily pouring down on the ground
Paradox, juxtaposition, upside down
The logic is in unexplainable state
What a pity on the irony of fate!
To sell me out, the single pieceWith an exorbitant priceTo create a huge demandMy creator consciously made me a single pieceComparisonlessness is my inherent valueThe owner shouts in his trade cryI had never been born beforeNor will be made againSecond piece is a copyThe trader shouts in his trade cryI am his proud creationAnd love…
They are not two but oneAnd counts the travellers in silenceOn this road whoever treads onceComes back not to meet us again.
even you know not that firewhich kindles without smoke.
And make cloths look like newBut soft tears we shedTo clean the dirtAccumulated for longInside our heartTo look forward with fresh view.
in black and whiteand gold is always yellow
That was long ago and all had forgottenBut the seed knew it would tear apartFirst its own hard shell then the stoneAnd see the world when it sprouts out;Passionately it was waiting for a seasonWhen the days would bring drops of rainAnd a wild breeze blow from the southA pack of rays fall on its…
