The playing of a boy,
Would please his mother,
He was her charm of her eyes,
Now he can sing many songs to her,
And play hide and seek well,
And his mother is the proudest mother of all.
Adios!
The Playing Of A Boy.
Month: December 2019
The Beauty In Authority.
The beauty in authority,
Is like two sided coin.
If you are good,
Then the inner self,
Which plays with you like a baby,
Would lead you to beautiful heights.
If you are not,
Then even your elder self would rot in rotten dwell.
Adios!
A Word.
A word which didn’t exist,
Was made existent.
It was written by the truth,
And hidden by false,
Still, it existed.
Adios!
A Big Letter.
A big letter was written by a lover,
But he couldn’t post it.
Now the receiver on the end,
Got married,
And he kept on writing,
Forever,
But couldn’t post it.
Adios!
Madness.
Madness has no definition,
It is procedure,
In which the mental worms eat up the brain neurons,
And say “We are right,
And we are wrong.”
Madness,
Is virtually the state a man is in,
In between when he realizes that his screws are lose,
He calls himself,
“Normal”.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 