I Ought To Make Good Green-Shed; Poem by Raghavendra Nayak

I ought to make GOOD green-shed;
Let live with wild, play with mild.
Thunder-tongue, lighting-sight makes me mute,
The busy sky is not yet tear &lay,
The very Silence & Patience make me peacefulness;
Love thee lot & loaded feels, rose only woes,
Let me stop to know thou fake-feels,
Crocodile-heart & lion-sight &boneless-tongue.
Let you remind unchain & timeless love;
His says-love can transpose to form &dignity,
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind-
Thy love swap tender goal of head &heart,
Love swirling not with fear, but with spirits,