Every crow finds or builds its nest
Inspite of the strenuous test
No Sea will ever be silent
And I swear you would never find one ever turbulent
Never seen a Cloud to remain still
And it would pass against everyone’s will
Swim against the tide
The world would find how you bide
Seasons may be four
But your resilience would bring you to the fore
Many a click
May never be the perfect pick
Pursue the path of selective amnesia
Sure you would find the gateway to paranoia
No comments:
Post a Comment