It is hell,
not well but in well.
It is famulus,
because it don't know fabulous.
It flew my sanity,
and increasing vanity.
Pell mell of problems,
all lead to nonsense.
Well is dry,
and making me cry.
I have nothing,
but only bulk of mess.
Foots of scrap,
approaching me to grab.
With verbigeration,
I am loosing my formation.
Horrible pains,
but without any claims.
They quelched me,
without any fee.
They are attacking me,
but i don't have key.
No hands I am getting,
that's why i'm wetting.
Now my power is wasted,
by the things I have tasted
By: Bhuwan Wadhwa (Bhuwiii)
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INFINITE LOVE
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