When my soft mild eyes sore
My moment became pleasant no more
My heart strings do not play the magical rhythm anymore
My words of beauty are now seen as malice
By wolf which has master of- hypocrisy as prefix
My mood is feeling dejection
Why thy sudden occurrence you asked?
Disorderliness begins to violate
My laws of peace and brain,
My nerves feel severe pain;
All is well but not well again.
Thoughts are captured by dismay
Nights comes in the bright day
Day suffers with the night’s gloom
And happiness vanishes from the screen
I then hold my pen and write in gothics ‘bleeding pen’
The story of my sorrows and fatigue
Made me become ‘bleeding heart’
I Converge my words on a paper
Like roses on a bunch hanging down
I feel myself in nature’s hands
Select colorers of my dream
And make a bunch of rosy words
To hide the thorns of frustration from the wicked doers!