Glamour is the ugliest form of attire hidden in senseless sense.
Conjectures play trick in thinking, but thoughts never play trick in conjectures.
Somewhere it went away,
What's that I tried,
There flashed 'cross the way,
I found it was folly
Nothing was somewhere.
A little hat flew 'cross the wall,
I let my soul too to fly with it,
But I had no words to reach the hat,
For I was deaf and dumb with the string.
He is an actor with brandishing sword in his hand,
Luckily his words are not sharp and pointed,
For he knows nothing but gimmicks to perform,
Day in and day out he shouts to himself.