i have to go on long journy;
in search of my beloved honny.
where will take me dis way;
i m known about what my luck say.
at far distance,i see d horizon;
bt donn’t know dt my love’s heaven.
everybody,i know,have to suffer;
may be sunny days or winter.
everybody have to go further;
may be get success or failure.
i say all to go with some beloved’s memories;
coz dts sweetness,as tired u,tell some hoping stories.
on going to our target,whoever i or any guy;
in lonly journy;with ur sweetest bye.
as waiting as calling back here side;
bt life as a journy unknown n going with undefinitly mind;
with silence n ignorance all past;
as flowing,whispring wind.
goinig,going n wandering bt,
donn’t care about hot,rain or day cilly;
wherever u will go;at last get ur dear lilly.
wait plz some time ,ur station is near;
see dt little girl in waiting as her
soul hear.
u know d life is like luck write;
may be happy or delight.
as paper boats r flowing in water;
some r for drowning or get d shelter
plz,donn’t worry coz already u have an umbrella;
as i feel myself of someone’s cindrell;
avoinding from chilled winds in d life,all have d blanketvilla.
23-04-2016 . … 00:11am (around midnight)
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