Monday, 4 March 2013

My Self



I crack jokes
That defiles their hopes
What I say doesn’t have an art
I am left with a painful heart

They smile otherwise, with an open heart
My thoughts are left broken apart

I feel so pity, in this horrible city
Which is called world
Where my thoughts often burled

This labyrinthine life, is full of cries
Wherever I see, loneliness is on rise

My fumbled thoughts find no place
Drezz no queen to accept my grace

My heart has a face
It search for a place
Where drezz a pride
Wherever I glide


This puzzled world
Never show me a way
I search for those aisles
That would take me away

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