Life is tasteless when there's no water,
Life is waste when I'm on latter.
A great mind is full of thoughts,
Not like me in the foolish fraughts.
I'm in between the ice and the fire,
I ain't the one who's a beautifier.
I'm the one who's waste,
A person without any taste.
Feelings are flavour of life,
But I'm strife.
My mind is full of darkness,
A mind which is sharpless.
Will I be okay,
In this affray?
Take me to the nearest hell,
Where I can dwell.
Now I'm in the deepest thoughts,
Which are like small dots.
They don't evanesce,
'cause it's my alas.
©rakhi
R