The Necessary
>> 4 Dec 2009
The call of the blooming night
the kite have stopped flying
the dazzling speed of the busy roads
the smell of washing mud -smell of dried rose
we paint our wish.....
smell the burning lamps-roast of sweet corn
we deep breathe the sensation of mourn
we belong to nature - the child beggar is mere a creature
when the night falls -when we are sold to nations
the sleepless nights seems long - days noisome
addiction of the potent drink -we melt to liquors
the conspiracy minds put us refuge in misconceptions
I and we undersand all -its time for us to fall
the blind eyes asks to walk alone refusing friends call
living we all without the hand to hold and heart to talk
accomplishing our own wishes while we behave like a lork
wanna know The living Necessary
Trust for that reason is mandatory
