I asked a lizard,
Crawling on my window glass,
How it successfully achieves its goal.
It said........ Patience.

Which are better, more laborious,
Ants or butterflies?

This question and its answer is never going to help me.

I must follow them to get the answer myself
And squeeze out something for my progress

Poems come from God
If I go there to take all
I can't claim they are mine

Those who are kind
Have never been at loss
Nature has taught me this

Everyone says I'm busy

Thank God
They're free to utter a sentence
Otherwise it will be difficult for us
To know if we're dumb or not

A single sentence in today's world
Is a precious gift
That contains some hope

Those who love you
To the size of your *******

Will leave you undressed

I'm a great fan of the lizard;

It doesn't hurry in getting its food,

But rather has patience and waits for its great mojo

The absence
Of even a smallest thing
Brings to our mind
That we cannot survive
Without assistance

I stood on one leg
On a small stone in the river

The waves came and went away
They didn't dare to face my inner strength

My courage is a hunter

And it hunts in its own style
No fears can escape
from its razor-sharp arrows

Better to not send
any Encouragement to put me down
Or no remanants will be found anywhere

It's the tiger, hungry and ruthless.

Last Chance
Has never enjoyed my hospitality
At my home
It sounds bizarre
Like the piping by crickets in winter
I'm not stingy
It has never come to me
And on account of
my chemistry with First Chance
I've never invited or called him
I've no animosity against him
This is a different matter
I want to keep him away of my life
First Chance is my favourite
I've crush on him
It fulfills my necessities

Love
Shakes everyone
Even the strongest one

It's earthquake

Grief
Is a spider

If you let it roam in your heart
It will weave its web

consuming some space