- There are lots of fun in the nose of picnics
- It distract us till the bucket has its kicks
- I still can not make out the logics…..
- … Of myself, in me and my soul within
- Or was I told that tick… tick is a lonely inn
- Conceptualized to contribute to its hard fin
- That takes me diving deep into a rivers
- To swim in dry comfort and wet pains..
- To a point I await no motion or rays….
- Indeed I’ve faced the tip of a knife
- In the directions pointing the fingers five
- All are made to individually dance a jive…
- What a confusing complex logics of life
- For I still cannot figureout the model of life
- Fishes even get drown in an ocean of life.
- Do you know life is an endless hole
- Oh we are its vessels and roses are our soul
- Only God knows where exactly it shall go.
- Sad I can not describe the content of a shelf
- Where I rest my head and draw myself…
- When only I and I, can apparently feel myself.
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