Eternal Waiting Turn

Then a lot of hair and pubic hair grew up They grew up and rolled his legs on the ground As if a long-winded root of an entire Banyan tree Crossing the Armpit valley Came to the ground- Exquisite beauty images were embodied But the eternal waiting turn was yet to finish. There was a lot of whispering and whispering A lot things were cut and a lot of knots were tied By Cutting and binding It made a gigantic straw-stack of farmer’s house Like a very big mountain Exquisite beauty images were embodied But the eternal waiting turn was yet to finish.