Nothing serious,I was on my way to hunt a handsome body No shelter,No acquintance just in need to get some food what a life-bleak! For this crazy world, I am only a piece of satisfaction My mould just fits into their direction Nobody wanna know about the hurricane in my heart, no identity alike a folding-bed Both my clothes and soul tattered,Even then the world is not contented what a joke!A veil on my face in the light of day, but don't have any piece of cloth to cover my body in night! The heart becomes so desolation and a place of fright ‐Raman # unkempt
