I never had a cause to laugh in vain
Make the world feel my joy is slained
Write the Epistles of faded laughters
and stroll the streets of odd sailers
Hidden pleasures laughing with mixed feelings
Sit on the couch of joy with hot sweating
Broad laughter cajoled with hot swearings
The days of happiness has gone hunting
The arrow of tears has found it's way
Piercing the illumination of a sunny day
Light out of pathetic experiences everyday
And the faint sound of joy lost its way
Exhausted happiness makes a king a retard
the sweats of a wet face react
Cold words of elevation baits and recharge
But the world never grease the boiled ass
