Believe I am ruined
Habit of believing them
Always made me their followers
Even they proved thorn in rose many ways pricking other
Wanting or not wanting them
I sold my time further and further
Consequently, passing of era gave temple brown brother
Swallowing spit and even believing
Weightage of vote turned pale
Youths of both sexes decreased from my town brother
Couching in sofa their faces glow
As if almighty they are for all and for time
Consensus or process of opinion
Dying in my lap untimely brother
Believe I am ruined not having to drink pure water
Name of disease appears day by day
Killing numerous one after other
Town’s rumple in the evening and night
Tries to extract beautiful glamour
Poor they are even not know culture of death soaring hoard
Orphan children piles themselves
In my ruined town for sake of future
Certainly someday their turn of plight signals them come brother
Why a zero invention circles in me
Circumnavigating hopeless culture
When will those skyscrapers nod to salute my poor brother?
A class of enthusiasm and spirit glimpse
In the light of TV channel always
Programmer holding Mac to me and me like thousand brothers
Flown jets in the aerospace indicate
Dollars return bringing happiness for family
Suppressing heart by two hands see coffin’s of youth brother
Believe I am ruined in earth and space
Hesitantly seeing behave for soil, water and youths of village
Believe I am ruined seeing, leaving to respect youths’ spirit for.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
Believe I am ruined
Habit of believing them
Always made me their followers
Even they proved thorn in rose many ways pricking other
Wanting or not wanting them
I sold my time further and further
Consequently, passing of era gave temple brown brother
Swallowing spit and even believing
Weightage of vote turned pale
Youths of both sexes decreased from my town brother
Couching in sofa their faces glow
As if almighty they are for all and for time
Consensus or process of opinion
Dying in my lap untimely brother
Believe I am ruined not having to drink pure water
Name of disease appears day by day
Killing numerous one after other
Town’s rumple in the evening and night
Tries to extract beautiful glamour
Poor they are even not know culture of death soaring hoard
Orphan children piles themselves
In my ruined town for sake of future
Certainly someday their turn of plight signals them come brother
Why a zero invention circles in me
Circumnavigating hopeless culture
When will those skyscrapers nod to salute my poor brother?
A class of enthusiasm and spirit glimpse
In the light of TV channel always
Programmer holding Mac to me and me like thousand brothers
Flown jets in the aerospace indicate
Dollars return bringing happiness for family
Suppressing heart by two hands see coffin’s of youth brother
Believe I am ruined in earth and space
Hesitantly seeing behave for soil, water and youths of village
Believe I am ruined seeing, leaving to respect youths’ spirit for.
Circumstances for the country and countrymengiven by political leaders.