I was happy in those days
But I take risk in life
Book was my life
Nor a thought about anything
Just about my carrier

Nor I don’t knew what was love
Nor I don’t knew what was style
All was unknown for me
But I was happy yet

Nor a girl’s I used to talk nor a time to think
As they supposed to be strangers for me
Feelings of love never dogged in my life
As I never care it
Nor whims to interfere in it
Coz I wasn’t really in need

Study was my game
Where I used to play wid my books and pen
But now all stranger for me
What a pen wat a book
Now just a headache for me

Love of my parents was me for all
Never I was alone
But now I m still unknown

Study was my aim
Which I used to through it
Problem was nothing
Which I used to tackle with

Everyfren were my competitor
Where I used to challenge dem
Every pain which I used to get
I used to face dem

Winds whirls n blows me at a time
Where life changed me
What I was not really den??

Now world is strange for me
That my first sight was unknown for me
Then changed puzzled me
Where I step my foot
Change spoils me
As I take a risk

Now I m in a chain
Where I m really in pain
As I thought now
Why I take a risk then??

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"People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."

~ Rogers Hornsby
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