At the end of interval

While waiting in the interval,

I lost into the sequel,

Suddenly there was huge rain,

Found something was washing my brain,

I was looking at hero’s style,

Forgot that he has walked a mile,

I was looking at lipstick redness,

But there was hardwork brightness,

By making colourful hair,

Going through black which was unable to bear,

The bright tonne of skin,

Which was showing belief in his bin,

Standing before action and light,

Hardwork had taken many nights,

In the waves of emotions,

They were the source of creation,

Race of showing best to world,

Made every vision as their world,

Suddenly the light blinks,

After dark light blinks,

Different season of light blinks,

By throwing popcorn in bin,

By taking willingness to win.

-stories of life


Author: stories of life

Dreams create , Dreams generate everything....

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