Bad Habits Poem by Rubel das raj

stop me, stop me from my habits...
I like to speak with sky...
In clouds to find my home and dream...
I play with star in moonlight night,
in hut to play my childhood game;
I like to run in the Sun of summer
in this world to find out myself;
I like to jump on river with mind's routs
in this nature to know how am I?
how is my mobile habit...
how is my behave credit?
how is the doll in my bed room
how is my morning bath or gloom?
how is the toothbrush mine how cosmetics
how is my FB, google and cat domestic?
how is my night prayer how are holy books
how is my underwear, how is my best cooks?
but I don't get any answer from my habits
only have a one name...
who is more than romantic hellen
more than best sweets.