Someone from savage garden

Someone from savage garden

In the vain vanity she stammers to speak.

Someone from savage garden or what she is?

An enlightened soul sought for nectar with winsome heart.

But alas!

For her very own Sophia & lame ego for life

She made a winsome hearted child suffocate and die.

For her it’s just a part or figment of life…

Oh! She claims to be Sanctus but her diet is red wine.

Oh! Thousands irony and on that a splendid shines.

She is great! How ironical she is?

I used to Fido on all her manifestations

And appreciate natures every appreciation.

There was a montis faith, I used to thrive with,

But now I had got explanation to this myth.

The past was all lighted and submerged in gloomy ocean of aura,

Smiley’s used to float on surface with breeze of excited lives.

Oh! It was twilight, but I took it as a subject of might.

Horizon on east sparked and then landed many Tindal beams.

Oh! It was a dream,

Oh! It was a dream.