POEM

 

Ineffable Agony

It is an ineffable agony to get hurt by the favorite.

The one who knows everything but acts as a tolerate.

Nothing useful later felt coz that one gone forever gone,

Then you won’t be born.

 Fume remains...

 

Life is full of mysterious,

Do not change it to mischievous.

Sacrifices will be there,

Don’t let you to tear.

Fume remains...

 

Live your life as your own wish.

It must not be someone's dish.

If you allow it

Then sleep with a pillow kit.

Fume remains...

 

Some will learn by experience.

Some from others,

Some by self,

What about incorrigible?

Fume remains...