IMPERFECT TIME

Down from scattered bushes comes imperfect times

the sorrows of the darkest night rises

from deep heart to top head

screaming,dreaming and proclaiming

proclaiming death of the soul

powering the victim to impression.

Down from scattered bushes comes mourning songs

by her grandmother it was sung

declaring an ancient event of peace for a trial

here it begins

"little owl,

tried many times i did

cried many times i did

flied many times i did

but you never wanted me

saving your life was a life goal

little owl"

 hatred not love is your morning break up

gloomy appearance not smile  is your latest lunch

sticks not love  is by end super

but I declared love and I will always declare .

Down morning comes the sun

up day long comes air fresh

this interchangebly desires you

but not me

It was all for your sake

better to your future

"would you have realised,you would have warmly welcomed me"

but this was my imperfect time!