I never like to live now here
It is so much harsh to bear...

When I read a saddest book
I was hangged as I'm a hook...

For spring, all are waiting
On this, some are betting...

I love alway charmfull and great solitude
No one can hurt and show his attitude...

Before the great death
I must be so smooth...

In present, who am I? I am an old
In hopeless youth, I am like a gold...

One day, I was wondering only alone
With the deep thoughts of my deeds...

Don't show your beautiful face to me
Rather than you, I'll respect honeybee...

Don't ask me about my sadness
It will definitely loose my gladness...

I have much scare of this life
Hence, I am looking for a knife...

One day, I saw my soul
It was looking like a coal...

Many people see only the dreams
But they have no thoughtful streams...