On a lonely island my character stood erect
Without twerking he followed the sound of water,
Unaware of the noise in the world
He lifted his hands high above.
He counted days while his age wrinkled,he looked at the flower and dived in the ocean ..
My herion has her own vegas ,
She looks extra ordinary in texas
She is unaware of the realities
But still she goes with the imaginations.
She is in smiluacra ;she is ignorant. She will let go every hatred if she hits the target.
My kid wanted to be a super hero
As time went he grew as a man.
Long live the cycle he became old.
And the super hero was murdered.
He could have flied like a bat man,if ever in his fate was it written. He could have kissed a girl ,if he could have heart of gold…
Life gets to exit without looking at entrance
Death is the co text of it.
Nothing remains constant
And it goes like tick tock tick
Creating seconds minutes and moments
In which life is bliss death is faraway
Its a criminal for its a stop
Its the time that gets buried away.
