Coconut of butter on delays,
Grinding cascading millets!
Haven't you been catapulted yet?
I mean, sky high, above these cloudy heavens!
Spiralling clouds, clutching volitions,
fading fantastic thoughts.
Sages! why should moistened eyes be blindfolded before these crispy binoculars?
The binoculars, assuming they functions.
Blindfolded eyes, assuming they unveils.
Blurry eyes will be as limpid as crystals.
Bleak hearts will orbits a recycling nirvana.
Oh, The binoculars of glory!
Owning one In gone quest would make no routes.
