I Stashed My Life

My muse often confuses me, My thought tries to amuse me, My light head stood erect, In a vertical position correct, Clouds, they follow me, wherever I go, I enjoy.. With the heaven's umbrella, A shadowy tree, acquainted with, ' The pain of Cinderella' Without wound, what's the life, Wounds are umbrella, That drench me whole except head, I am drenched so, Tears are useless.. Only rain rain, Gain with pain, I know one thing- no animal used salt to taste, Except the witty animal.. Why we always talk of that love! Why can't we love the nature? Why can't we Love the needy Those needs love and affection, Those neglect and hate the Orphan, Lord's wrath and hatred with them, How much selfish we are- We are thinking our own, Secret and sacred enjoyment, And bring it to public, This is unveiled veiled, An open secret.. Rosary beads in hand, Muttering mouth, Lusty lass, A lumpy mass, Mirror mind, Your half story I will complete, Now you buzz, Then you will fuzz With shame - Never itch to ouch, You know- You must have seen- Where birds grubbing for insect, There lies life in fact, I am searching, With birds perching, I am not a ham, No one can stew me, I stashed my life In the pages of history, I am mystery.. Like a rose, Birds are never sad Sad they are dead