From “bits of paper” to “binary bits”

These walls among-st whom I lay down,
The warmth and bleak life pronounce,
Haziness shuts all paths that you may find,
Muzzy thoughts makes you anxious and then blind.
Several rays of lame hope you're with,
To find the true hope is the real twist.
This where I realized,
What growing up be like.
I've grown from“bits of paper” to “binary bits”,
And I’ve seen many goods and some filthy shits.
Life for me is sometimes a hell sometimes heaven,
How nice would it’ve been if I had a friend.
Who would listen me, care me and not leave me like a trend.
Well whatever one great thing I learnt,
You should be friend not trend,
You should make friend not trend.
-dpbian



Comments

  1. Abhishek Mishra21 November 2018 at 09:15

    bits of paper” to “binary bits
    Awesome Title
    Nice lines
    Keep going #dpbian_art

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  2. Unknown21 November 2018 at 22:23

    Words define the glory of something

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  3. Aditya29 November 2018 at 00:25

    DPB brooo.. dil chu gaya bc😢.. ek number 👍👍✊🔥

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    1. dpb7 December 2018 at 19:01

      Thanks bro.... U too keep up with ur music stuff.

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