she jumps from फूल to soft green grass.
Stretches arms, flutters wings
she looks around and sees new things.
Pushes off, finds joy in flight
she flies in daylight through till night.
If संगीत be the खाना of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violet
Skin the sun, fall asleep. Wish away, soul is cheap. Lesson learned, wish me luck. Sooth the burn, wake me up....
Fairy's dance
I knew that I had to find a way out of here. I couldn't last a दिन out in the wild. I started walking knowing that I should find a place to sleep. I walked for a while till I found a cave. It was large and empty. I walked into the cave and just laid on the cold hard floor and passed out.
The man
Really! What is your fault?
Noone taught आप the word "we".
And the worst, noone taught आप to use your "ego".
Like a beggar आप are begging in front of the door of the "you".
आप tried to discover again and again this "you".
आप were always freakin' out when आप heard "they".
And there were times that आप were desperate and shouted "Him! Him!"
And आप took a gun and started fighting.
What is your fault?
