My mind is full of games,
Though art are hard for certain people,
It easily gets burnt by one pain,
Through this and that we crossed a bridge,
But still why we haven't reach till the other end.
The storm and clouds that comes as one,
It shows its anger by a thundery sound,
Its so hard to be in one peaceful moment,
For that we still find it in one whole bound.
I seek i find i search i look,
Tremendous drama played by the crook,
Cocks head should never be cooked,
Because it will turn you dizzy,
As i usually feel when reading a book.