I was standing on the ground which was round,
I heard some friction-less sound,
A round bottom flask covered my head like a crown,
That was tension which bent me down,
Everywhere I just found,
The matters not covering the soul’s wound,
Round and round in a mulberry bush town,
Thought then I shouldn’t frown,
Had the vicious mind while traveling through the town,
Much below the great pronouns!
Once I was standing on the round ground,
But now I think I should forget just about the pounds,
And make my brain feel safe and solely found,
Give my heart an overwhelming chocolate mound,
And leave that Falstaff again safe and profound.
                                                                 Vishvi aurora