Like a fresh rose,
Like a fresh drop of dew,
U r all new,
Can u tell me, who r u?
Soon I asked this,
To the grass and park…
I wasn’t alone,
In search of some unknown,
Seated on a bench,
Seeing either side’s
Graveyard, which is like my mood,
Compiled with gray tone.
After a bunch of time,
I’ll have to go back,
Take with a fresh air,
And backing like relax track,
And
Like a river moved from
Banks,
Banks,
I too moved from here,
Till tomorrow evening,
This bench and this park’s
Slightly yellowish grass,
Would Play with my,
All thrown sorrows,
And heavy mood,
Like a ping-pong….
Tomorrow,
Will back I,
They both will goose me
With there
Child like eye…
Nothing happened.
Act and lie –
“We don’t use the thrown
Things…Noah…”
