I have learned from so many arts
And little art had learned from me
I have gazed at so many light
And few lights had gazed at me,
I have seek and wander for too lon

How i hate your dark crooked bows,
The lynch of your exceeding notes
Buried in your solemn voice,
The way you twinkle like a white f
And the pace that you race

Word is force and reflection of fl
Words are bait to feelings and can
Word is a million word that makes
Words is like a shotgun and death
Words is a boxer short and a camel

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

This could
Be
Magic
Only if
You

When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

It is just
Another day
But with different
Fish back to
The same old sea.