Its been so late but
I have been awake
Faulty words spoken again
Let's go to the outing
There has been race
Sure do I miss the pace
Wounded soul bleeds more
So no more amusement
And no more distraction
They call it matter of delight
Oh! Its an ravishment
They try to feed the illusion
And force the soul to delusion
I was drifted off in a daydream
And left in state if hallucination
As soon as leg left the rest
Wake-up call from inner soul
Burst out from the dizziness
Don't fall in the trap
Feast are never medicines
But enhance the growth of virus
Save the bleeding wound from cancer
Skiping is not a medicine
But a way to stop further growth
And every fresh wound
Needs some time to close
Wait for the time
Till the scars heal
And then rise up
As a juvenile to
Break every rules to
Experience Ultimate freedom
With laughter and fun.
