What I heard, were some words
Cutted my wings like broken birds.
I travelled through years like a stranger,
Words in a circle of endless curvature.
Was a fame, fame of sword
And lantern unable to show path.
Everywhere dark, dark engulfed me
Again those words rebelled me.
And to them it was just a game of alphabets,
Which often take people to fill its quest!
No doubt I’m a human being myself.
And a culprit of their words and pebbles.
Hardly do it matter!. of those people’s rhythm
But it does bother close one’s sitam!
And often those words are covered by words,
Sometimes bear thorns and sometimes rose.
