Rather strange
It is rather strange
How we d`ont come of age
Sooner than later
The better.
Truth knocks my door down
And asks me why to frown.
Nature it all have showered enough
You almost stupid d`ont drown.
Besides me lay dead
A bird so free
I smile in my head
Not to bow dead
TRUTH willingly comes of age
Down the drains
Not come of age.
I tell myself this with a stutter
Not down the gutter
Please not down the gutter.
- Arunima Samant
