Thursday, October 6, 2016
The flower can bloom in various ways and everyone can see
But here in this same land, many withered and none of you seen
There were twenty two and hundred petals in numerous colours in fourteen scene
They die but death is not counted beside only growth in beauty
I have died the same and fooled you many; its not fair that you get tricked so easily
Sometimes the walls that stood so silent and simple infront you
Shouldn’t it must be stared and understood for its quiddity?
So would you mind questioning his tragedy?
Come on, the people of various sense
The loneliness should only be gifted in solitary existence
Not if you being, proclaim your place in his days;
You must pay your sentiments to his enigmatic misery
So go and ask him, for his sorrow and his travesty.