my hearty is like a morning star
of fresjh morning with new feels of a newly wed
fearing, sheepish, shy and wat not
the aroma of new sense, the freshness in cozy trench,
it wanders in its well, drenched!!
the commoners of hearts, no wander
create wanderers,
i plucked the string, and it was broken in dreams those stink...
with smoke i sing songs of those folks
who never understood the talks of wisdom, fo they already surrendered!!
i am shy, and feared again after spending so many years
like a bird in cage, a sun encased ,
clouds do thunder to wake me up from my sober weep
the golden crown of last night;s trace . stance me in heap. in pain!
again i am playing the cords, though my fingers bleed
in hope of some tones to create, some lyrics to sweep!
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