In, times of glint,
Rewards of merrybent,
Matrices of cocco tint,
I got bangled to a platform,
(who)-the PLAGE to my greatform.
Resulted me in stagnation and high rate of seduction,
Rehabitation of compression and depression,
The virtual reduction (by phage)in my progression.
when I was, in huge well of trash bin,
Sailing in the dove of booming pin,
Been an ant tramped by the mountain.
I was ascented,
To resolve the riddle,
And to back up the fresh liril.
I got escalated,
Aloof and aloft the al'ter,
To circulate the chillness with nectar,
to earn the sectar by my dear (SHE) MENTER.
Hon'ble SHE is"THE REAL TOUCH" in my lifes label,
On my very sizing and sizzling travel("THE TRAIN").