Comments about Halsho Zangana
I hate Beauty!
Blue color is what I hate,
even the feathery snowflakes.
I despise the breeze that comes
dulls the mind, cuddles the soul,
for I always abhorred what ever belonged to the mountains and all.
and the crying, descending raindrops,
even those clouds those shout and roar.
I never spend a penny, on an umbrella,