As knowledge will enrich its own s
For so many comfort peace
Will make aware,
For so many sheet our bed
Will yearn, for so many seeds

Most of them
Lives here
But as a
Visitor I
Lecture them

Look at me, lying on the sofa
With the thought of money and fame
And my waist-bones cringes
Of the moves and roads and efforts
Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say

I am doing
Good
For just
A bedroom
Writer

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

When you light up
My dreams brightens
When you smile and pause
My heart pause a beat
When you cry

Let grieve become incompetent
For all boat should sail on roads,
And mountain should bow to every
Origin of loyalty and success our
Story impose, life is a canal and

What horror have the earthly natur
How amuse are the fetish majors or
Mostly are the fault of the epipha
painted walls of idiocy and tears
I will be cautious to fetch the ro

It will never go
or give up,
It is a wanted
resident
Making its way to a

Deception is a great feeling for
Those who it pleases to lie;
But truth is sacred and the
Continual of all lies.