Google Picture
I put my dusty thought
In a rusty bottle
And squeezed the air thoroughly
To get vacuum.
I'm unable to get rid of
With my wriggling thoughts.
Where no sense of thinking
No logic to do anything
Every life is enjoying
To be perished.
Why there is a word Like war
End of life
End of light
Gravity is pulling to black hole.
No comments:
Post a Comment