I was sailing gradually and was gleeful.
The sea was calm and was not harmful.
I desperately wanted to reach my dystiny.
The pen, see there with so short life span.
Trickling down the blue blood to help the modern man.
Not regret for short life, instead out of it make merry.
It gives birth to its most adorable one.
The dearest to the deer opens eyes in this world of fun.
Short time spends with family and tries to like the place.
The True World
A rapid watershed aroused due to our desire.
Some living affluently others surviving the cold fire.
The plutocratics, hovering like ghosts tentalising the below par.
The unmistaken I locked in the darkest world.
Thugs roaming by side laughing at me with mcking voice.
So precious my freedom curtailed for not done.