They were red like those bricks in the kiln
They were thick all these days
They were trembling
Like the soils affected by tremors
Yeah they did...
I’m sorry

It is so silent
Like those dark blue clouds cleared the sky
It is so fresh inside
They ‘ve been slaves all these days for those doors
They are tired of knocking doors
Now they couldn’t stare at him
Those hard brown doors are broke now

They shouted with a voice of victory
Voices resonated beneath those walls with twilight
Consoling those tightened brown fists
But soon voices faded with no privacy
They aren’t still satisfied..
I’m sorry .



i was rude ..which i was not willing to..but couldnt help it at tht moment ..i'm sorry dude.pardon me..im sacred again..after a along time i shed back.. : :... all cos of you.. but im kinda free now.


. cheers.