When the word tears like the swordEar receives unpleasant newsTasty

Do I need to show how bored i amThe nib

You have chopped up my limbs Strangling my throat By your cruel hands Whom i have kissed, when you were child

Poem for our dearest mother who give us hope and

The wailing of soul is piercingThrough the astral path Impaling

Fluffy came for belly rubThe giant thought about the belly

When the limitation of mindCease to existAbundance flourishesLike the paddy

We are fooledAll along the yearPraised in AprilFor being their