By Aslong   


In the dawn by the field,
The harvested corn still yield.
The deep field have oasis,
In them orphans Tadpole Morphosis.

A thought hammer the mind,
Since drying season is combined.
How will they grow !!!
Since no life(water) for tomorrow.

Thy to be ownself,
Sympathy move to help.
But i of low creatures,
Don't turn up for future.

I in the shelf
To be Thy(God) ownself.
Black egg for our prayer,
For we are liar.

Oasis dancing in the bright daylight,
For it has precipitated last night.
A lesson is given,
Thy love is divine.

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Written during winter holiday usually the Christmas's holiday