My favorite
Kind of people
Are poets,
Writers
But I respect

Rapidly does the spirit roam.
Invisible to human
And visible to the special ones,
Sometimes you could sense
Or feel the stroke when walking

Culprit are tend to be
Visible when a craft
Is alarmed.
A trigger can become
Hostile while depending

Never
Count your
Work
Because
Your

A full moon had shown tonight
And its a dynamic of her own beaut
Her own smile and her own personal
What addition could tears bear whe
Feelings are idle and uncomprehend

There is nothing special
About being normal
If it be cheating,
Cheat
Or perhaps laughing, dancing

They are not bragging
Or that many
I could easily fish them out
For now.

I write
Like every
Words will
Be a hit in
Someone’s heart.

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

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