A child said 'What is the grass?' fetching it to me with full hands,
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my...
Lover's Gifts : There Is Room For You
There is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice.
My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden, but how can I turn you
your life is a joke your face is a joke and it's call cause you're a joke and your mommy and daddy are both a joke. jokes fkin jokes and giving birth to ugly arse jokes...
Muhabbat akharish hai kia?
I have to concentrate.
This is important, this poem.
A poem about poetry.
I have to do this, I CAN do this.
Oh, look, a butterfly!