I am on the verge
of my cry-
I would go for
A pretty look,
A body always reflects a shadow!
Mind is never belong to the
Tear of home coming,
The earth - the heaven
Have no distinction;
The hungry people
always cry for a
remarkable sky.
Do you follow a
Sudden change-
The flower blossoms,
The river flows,
Who are you!
Who i am!
I never touched a soul,
Soul of the sanctity,
The whole world
on the the trouble-
Trouble of you,
Trouble of myself.
He is going through a
Battle field-
The field
of the green life:
Dies.
The dark is encroaching
The boundary of heart,
How do i live!
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