My pain, my gain

The snake tried to hide itself behind the bush

The mongoose ran after to catch and take life,

To find the way to heaven for pestilence intoning;

Whatever fortunes favour all the way through.

As if none in the earth to persuade to protect

From the death conforming the invasion so long.

The snake went into the barks of the tree

For shades, food and drink to assuage grace

From the woodland ahead inside the trees and herbs

For switching g the difficulties to outdo the sparks.

 My soul moves to heaven where sinless trap lying

Like dreary rock salt  like snakes and  perils

As if it has shower of rain into the clouds to evaporate

Dreary to  create human blocks hereinafter.

Thorns of streaky wood in the streams of ocean.

For never bending down like tigers bumping off

Being driven and clown underneath icy waters

Men, women and children floating in the crafts

Saying words of heaven and dark as if dying in lairs.

Ceaseless dreams where to park along the way;

To diminish pelf and poverty strain to gain the strength

Forever achieving vivacious outpourings of death alone.

It is lyrical feedback to signify my pain like my gain

Along the ocean bars underneath the cloudy sky.