Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Sense of other

The skills to interprete the distances between us is a game of life
Your game to be a winner is a journey between the struggles
The blood sucker named tensions still hung nearby me
I am really tensed to pay the rent and my renewal of card is still on due

The remarks ,comments ,selfies and streets with less vehicle exaggerate the day
The celebration mood on DP relates all in a thread but still retells nothing
The elephant nearby me still having the lots of green grass 
Nothing is seen in an empty place and plate except the noodles

The handsome boy with many girlfriends is the show going on 
The comedian with different poses create the scenario
Me a lazy girl with pumpkin figure measuring the length
The essence is nothing just a fleshy smile on facebook

Zig zag the brush with colgate,the girl with ironical eyes
The grammar book with sense of rule and strategy make me cry
I just get panic to be there to avoid the sense of other
A fool like me can never be changed in life at all.

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