HappY BddaY BaGGa

I am writing a poem

which inspite of my hardest efforts seems to still have exceptionally long lines

But i shall try my best

To put them to rest

As i write this poem

This poem will be deep

So if you are one of those dumb eternal patients of bathophobia

You better stop

Else u'll gradually drop

As death upon u will creep

On the other hand

If you rather prefer being murdered than committing suicide yourself

You may continue

Be my retinue

Lets build castles of sand

Continuing on the other hand

If you think i used the phrase "castles of sand" just to match with hand

You are a moron grand

For i could i have used land

and band,and gland and ...band

Just to match with hand

Castles of sand are but empty dreams

But to be washed away by the waves

of life, misery and facial creams

And forgotten in the sickly graves

I long for oneness ad nobility

And of light from darkness within

But as i look at my fragility

i shudder from my own sin

But as the innocent hand

that never leaves

the castle of sand

which never lives

I too shall build and strive

to make that castle on the shore

so that when the wave will strike

I can fall no more.