World is a Beautiful Asylum
I don’t remember the time… My childhood a rare collection of, Colors like a rainbow In the dusty storm and lusty nature… I played drawing pictures… Painting my days of life with vivid, Aesthetic scenery of natural beauty… I don’t know my birth, but Memoirs of first existence of me Can be portrayed cleanly… Still those days brings havocs of Fear in the midst of clean image Even as a child, eagerness of learning May be the culprit of my destiny I myself brought into this stage I don’t know God, y me? Black widow wasp viciously entangled In her arms, kicking my innocence. Atrocities to human intelligence, Twist the grey cells for pleasure And may be a revenge to self Pushing many a nurturing young mind Into the darkness of life… Bizarre carnivore’s thoughts An instance may be this… Life gives us many a roses Thorns hidden beneath Mere sorrows give strength To traverse the serendipitous passage The glowing sun…in the horizon Burning fire, its life enticin...