What whent wrong,
who knows,
who made wrong,
was along,
what concluded the same,
was not good,
framing wrong names,
for being fraud,
and askin,
how to clean the stain,
and drain the dropes of spoti rain,
why,
unwantedly this resulted in distroying the success and fames,
even,
droping the most beautiful tittle,
of being sweet and loyal,
into rude and cheat,
why diching herself on every street,
just because,
what fished out
was not true,
i was not a culprit,
but victin grew,
i was just a bird,
not a crud crow,
and though today i want to flew out
of casle of blames...
you are twelve days younger to me and in poetry twelve years mature than me hats me great great great poem... liked your style of writing
Nothing is wrong..... infact its 22nd June a longest and hot day.... You r still bird not crow.....and went out castle of blames... Great lines....like it.... Issues are part of life, dont take it seriously...... life is just childish toy and has to be taken for granted..... you are the first and important, else are all secondary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mature write and nicely penned...keep on :)