Am I Felt....
In a hotland, there was a Jungle,
To noone it seemed a Bungle.
Society made it a dense Forest,
To crush fiercely every Protest.
Headed by an ugly Aborigine,
Though blood is of false Origin.
Never to cross its only Path,
To evede from his deadly Wrath.
By surprise there came a Breeze,
Gave its thoughts to someone in Lease.
As it stumbled in its only Way,
Fell silent in Disgust and Dismay.
Then it saw a moving Flower,
As high as a lonely Tower.
Rejunevated by its timely Shower,
Started the journey Undercover.
**Mirrorboy**
" MIRRORBOY " - The THINKER 