My life is going far away from my own life;
What changing n why,many snakes as to hiss.
Where is my nector of love as heavenly;
Why so much snakes to creep in my body.
What does my luck want from me;
Slowly slowly converting into as satin’s tree.
Are my existence is to drink d sip from goblet of poisonous wine;
Oh,no,it is not me and nor d song of mine.
Dis is fault of time;if i am changing myself;
At curve of dis path,it is better to silent for safe.
My little humming bird of heart is hidden into a safe hole;
And without any worries,my life is going for saving its soul.
Written by aruna sharma.