Drop, drop & drop it fells,
Better tune of a best combine.
A tone of music I too have,
In my housy heart shampine.
Lots of campaighns, best I choose,
which glitters in the time of sunset.
Luck of one, who prays a lot,
And at last he gains his want.
Sitting on a bench, giving the legs,
to the gods magic of rain drops.
Naked mind of approx knowledge,
Like unweared & lazy socks.
Feelings of mine are like of that,
which comes so fast & strikes dome.
Little fear I too have, because
I dont know where is my home.
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