There is no released a result of the past karma
Accomparied by sweety song of liking and sorrowfull’s flute at the heart space
I’ve try to looking for a future expectation
In aperiod of life I’ve felt soo heavy to step in the temptation doorstep
Every doors of life’s houses I’ve been knocking one by one
Untill all joint of this thin body was clattered.
Between a heap of tired I’ve sit……………..
The tear of heart was dropped when my gaze was concentrated to a black thin body
Pictures of life hurted was clear on his face
From the dry lips and outworn heart he says :
“ Only YOU that make me strong to stand up on this weaked foots“
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