I spent my life as moron geek
People look towards me as Pyschotic sneak
Taking the thing seriously made me so harsh
No people want to seek me with a kindness and spark
Lesson of the life always bears me bitter fruit
I loose the sense of the sweetness, and became a harsh from the upper suits.
The flavor of the strawberry always the sweet,
But the vision of the person make the fruit as a matter of tweet
Local peoples lives so splendidly with their kudos
My face is just like rotten apple’s shits
I lost the juice of the rejoice
Now no one is there to hear the this beast voice.
I always dreamt of the some beauty will come in my life,
So she can make this beast to make romance with his wife
All my life’s rhythm goes in trouble
Now trying make a music but turns out in a total shout.
Days along I started to do yog with mind
Slowly the matter changes , and I got clarity of life
Illusions got separated and reality becomes my life
That’s why I am singing the rhythm of the “Boredom” with painful voice.