People And Me Poem by Shraman bajracharya

They ripple behind in my tipple and began to cripple when i had you
our intimacy is dark but it nuisance to others

They contempt at me Regardlessly i care them not
soon i tipple began to cripple and throw them out.

When i touched you i am a boisterous free wind with full of joy.

when i had you, i laugh, i cry, i breaks the realm
And start to enjoy
Let the rythm of dreary life flow to its end and do not break
PEople do not ripple at my tipple see me cripple and just pass by..