Category : Poems

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What kind of time is it I think,I know

When no one can see me

In the search of a thought new

A thought,that touches my mind's screw



I wonder, how amazing time is this

When I am the only prime of this

when every crime of this

Is every time a grime spline of this



Oh! I wonder to see

The diamonds are shinning in the sky

The dark clouds are dancing in the sky

How amazing time is this,I think I can feel



Although it's a good time

But sometimes it remembers me of my lines

I have spoken in the past time

I starts to feel sorry to my past time



But the barking of dogs

And the howling of jackals

Distract my mind from these nasty thoughts

And I starts again to live my rich thoughts



Nodoubt this time is the peerless  part of the day

And no one can halt me by saying this....

What kind of time is this, I think, I feel it

I think I feel it.......