I look at the table,
A can is there,
I went near the cable,
After coming to the can, it was no...
Croaking at the door,
The mouth tastes sour,
Flies flew there,
And they give me a share.
Looking on the straight road,
I find it little broad,
Am happy to see it,
It is a great fit.
The flow of ink,
And the blow of hands,
Together becomes,
An Anime.
The power of milk.
It's leisure but, really interesting work. By-Auroshish Pattanayak.