The green lushes
The ardent wishes
Shall not vilify
By the bid of guise
And the parts sued
In the corner of imagination
Shall return back
In a way that everyone
Shall remain protracted amused.
Strangled in daylight
Survived in moonlit
Just a big jar doesn't ensure
The coffee to be more than of one sip
Water ripples forming all the way
Pushing each other to reach the doomsday
Loosing in between, might happen to a few
Rest meeting their faith, destroying without a clue