Behind the beloved screen of smile
I hide a dwell of several lies.
False thought of making big
Actions against the luck which dig.
The grave of dreams and cloud of thoughts
Bursting out, among the lot.
Holding mind for defining dreams
Into the greatest imagination cream.
Wiped from the cake being made
Of empty fog of trance which fades.
Jotting down the rhyme of oomph
Void eyes across the doom.
Dawn of rankling walking down
Travelling leads my thoughts to frown.
Deep arrows pinned inside
With each step, I walk beside.
Search above the demanding top
Steps beside my legs which hop.
Helps in synonyms of my beat
A soul to fill the right side seat.
Hand in hand who rhyme my oomph
To raise my hand, who will loom?