KURKURE CLASH

TEDHA HAI PAR MERA HAI 

An evening full of storms ,

a moment filled with sobs ,

why the rain has poured on me ?

thy made my veins to block

tripos n breaks 

rub z n hakes

the stalk y naggy world ;

Am i okay asked inself ;

but got the clumsy shaize .

The soulful , the delightful ,

the sand now mix with salt ;

O how cant I be the same ; 

A hymn to the NAME ;

made me regain..

saw decorous site around ;

in the same as before;

clash with a lovely bash;

just matters was the cheer.

Joyous not doleful;

Happy not woeful;

Divinity comes from inside;

Docile moments grows and ripe.

A chummy clash; 

A sweet bone;

I'm in love with flighty zone .

The tycoon love of KURKURE types,

made me higher with all insight . 

jyoti mehta