After many days;
at night in these ways .
My heart saw d yellow moon;
It seems as victim as,
Fish may be on target of harpoon.
Who came beyond my loveliest hills.
Where he saw many wounded n as
O Angel of love u r wherever plz come soon.
My valley of soft emotions n relations is feared as imagining of any typhoon.
If my maples r tearing;
How my heart allow me to smiling.
Coz blossoming love has gone,
Dt girl r swiming In dis liddar river;
N river knows why n still when dt cold body is presented in its bloody water.