Time

Hoping for heavenly bliss

I Lost myself in the bottomless bottom

In the scented shade of green

The question floated on the horizon

When will the magical sunbathing of life end?

Talmatal dreams are the anticipation of the future.

Lost melody, lost rhythm, rhythm

Yet the river flows

Path ghats continue to expand.

Fatigue drops falling on the carpet of peace

The next time is busy to flourish yourself.

You have looked with me

Extend the hand

I amLooking back and forth

I see you are looking at me.

Wrong way, wrong Forest

 I have gone through many wars

I have seen many Scenes

There is something left in the heart.