Rhythm of bubbles and troubles
Wearing a mask of whitey dust
Strain eyes and torn throat
Moan voice dies a gusty wind
And the mighty world turns of their words
Always a day in the knight
Parrot as a woman and crow a man
No eye opens wide in shamal
Best curse reflects from good advice
Never the sun peeps from clouds but you
She excoriates but a shadow stitch
She is life in the fast lane on them
Shaft bullock and the life jacket
An innate desire and outer manifestation
Are shadowy rushing shadowlands and a full moon
That sinking feeling rises as ball of fire
The duce of making a barrel of laughs
Is like churning the world of
A bridge too far
But for you is not a bit much
Your offshoots never fades
The pray for your eternal life
Journey are ladder fixed and words of pride shines
The life you lead we will live
Long live my teacher; happy teacher's day
