Fishy Things

Left alone in the middle of street;
Far away there are no people to greet.

Thrown apart from the woods of sorrow;
Step in, being part of getting borrowed.

Ever found love is what family gave;
Others showered , to end up in the cave .

Family is the defination of being free;
If lost, follow the root getting to tree.

Messed up things can never be solved ;
Unless you move on, apart from being involved.

Love of life , is one who skips ur heartbeat;
Enter into the party and enjoy the treat.

Be the one, everyone craves for ;
If injured, healing the wound be the cure.

Nasty scoundrels are the sour part;
Kick their ass, in the game of Dart.

◄ Travel along



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