Sometimes weird, yet in control.
Changing its tiny colors everyday.
Others loved it when they feel comfortable
and, hatred as well when they feel vulnerable.
Stuck at the beauty of nature and girls
that mesmerizes my magical mind.
Combating with them is splitting hairs
but requires real essence of it.
Immersed in day to day thesis
yet, selfishness leads to my comfort.
I patted my shoulder
when i knew the eminent power of it.
I find people with different moods
life gives time to defy
with my unique weapon
nothing but my attitude and i loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A NICE COMPOSE MY FRND. KEEP IT UP