There were ounces of dew all dribbled on a furling speck of grass,
the lonely fellow was smitten by those ghoulish creatures,
a life emblazoned in those demuring times a life all innocent and exuberant came toddling,
and bare footed in those drenched deluge ,
smiles were its destiny,paths were insignificant.
the ounces of dew are like obstacles of life and i wish the coming year sees u as that bare footed life.
I love these lines more than all my creation together