I wrote my name,
In the first day ,
And augmented more years,
guess what! I become older.
In the meantime i was not there,
Just keep writing what they called me first,
Well i wasn't even created.
Who thought like this,
Such adorable, surprising kid,
Ever born in a days,
It was such a nice outcome.
My excitement grows each and every morning,
Starring at my inventive self.
I dig out my brain,
For excavating something,
Suddenly ouch a ! voice heard,
squeaking and cracking over there,
A huge army collaborated,
And threw the one and only
My oblongata out of myself.
I tried to pick him up,
But all need it to communicate,
My hands to lie on the floor,
they bend downwards ,
And pose like asleep,
For grabbing my innocent component.
He made himself obvious ,
For Cushioning his wife,
From recursive pains and unprecedented deaths,
Medulla strengthen his bond more than enough,
To feel and Explore better,
With the one Basal Ganglia.


© Tsion_Star girl
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