Monday, 12 March 2012


We look through glass as we are living with glass shutters,
Our rooms are built with concrete slabs, in ordinary signatures,
After the greatness we do dream to build house with ideas,
And we are able to use normal materials, not precious marbles,
We stand on few pebbles; we do collect them on efforts,
And on our endless efforts, we dream on our valuable things,
Those are available, yet we cannot afford them to gather.

Our standing depends on reflection on blank verses to drape us.

We use color of reds, greens, yellows, and other shades
To be mixed with cement for glazing the cemented floor up,
And we do not feel tempted to build or collect high values
From the efforts, those are available to other dwellers,
And we are to obey the rule to cost less by using glass shutters,
And we are looking through the transparent glass, no art works,
We are examples of ourselves, and this is the string of love,
We prefer to live and drive on our platform, at search points,
To have a prop up window for having the branch of evolution,
And we live willfully on like manners and like minded entity.

Relationship between love and lover relates to super family and inferences.

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