Everyone goes to corner
And I feel the love
They may say spread love
Oh! To me obliviously
Then I say to me
Being I too crazy up to this?
Breeze from snow
Was the thing of past
This time blames come to ear
Fylfot! Who one? Fylfot
Was I for parents?
At beginning of life
Think time is bad
Being guest to waif,
Shelter and food
Instead to fight with brother
Are in schedule
At day time, world in screen
And at time of ghost
Only Baron’s bed
Wet in memory of
Passed thorny destiny
Lokesh Bisht...
About Me
- Lokesh Bisht
- I earn by having a look at photographs, scrolling thousands in a day. Freaky mind having no sense if u couldn't figure it out -/ Earth's shape is changing.
