Often I use to wander mute along countryside
Feeling breathless but still walking
Sorrows came but moisture flies
Perhaps pains are angry,
Spring came but autumn plays on me
Perhaps memories are dumb,
Words came but silent
Perhaps feelings didn't lasted,
Why such thoughts go around
Neither I want to stole colours from Holli
nor I want to disturb misk silence
Neither I want to stole wings of butterfly
Nor I want to steel fragrance from flower
Or because
Nor I am devil
Nor I am prose
then why,
Rain falls but not on me
perhaps
GOD IS ANGRY!
