I tried at length to keep my talks of short writings….
I have tried many a time but my inking pad keeps holding my cork….
The very simple questions, I ask in dozen words….
Ask me a why? And I go like wild fire
Consuming all that is deem a dried grass….
I am like a pest
Not just any
But a human pest….
I want to find out what is happening to you? In a day? In an hour? In moment of distress? In your happy moments?
I simply say
A pest under the skins of human
And sucking out their dialy life affairs…..