~~ What's coming out from inside At first I could not understand Sometimes some words make a pain Even can make a lot of meaning Sometimes in vain, To say that, alone, alone
Then if I aligns those random words On a white paper As the Jigsaw, And if I try to rearrange It makes a little senses
Sometimes life is like a river flowing to the, Sings the music of nature Where Sparrow and Starlings play day and night, Build their home Make their family
They feel romance, Inspired everybody to be romantic Or Maybe say about the lost Spring Even can say about the mystic origin of creation
Not just happen Of CourseΒ Β there any link between Gravity of time, its responsibility Not someone anyone to take
Any love, Distinct memory, A few questions Sometimes those answers matching Or Sometimes do not match
When the time comes to go back To its own courtyard Mystic mesh masks The seasonal variations
You and me Our Childhood Nexus Love Everything is slowly faded from The memory pages ~~ @ Musfiq us shaleheen