Wednesday 28 November 2012


Wandering travellers, turn your thought
Deluding drugs make you hot
Tipsy words pass your thought
Gloomy moments why your lot?
Liquors pierce poisonous fangs,
Hemps stamp eternal pangs
None but fools join these gangs
Never they think of knell that hangs.
Paths spread with lovely beams
Moments adorned with gentle dreams
Spoil not, the glory, the jewel
Of life and light in your soul.