From the thousand of maids I think I am the worst maid From the million of servants I think I am the sincere servant I do what my object does and no other Sometimes I feel I am the puppet after Acting same as the object in no need also Still I don’t have tears to cry my own so I have to bear all the sadness on my own I don’t have a friend to share my feeling on If I have I will share more than you read here. But I am the, who laugh with the object there, I am the one who cry when object does I do all what the object does accordingly lose But for me he never cares on what I want And how I feel, he is in his own world lent. I am the shadow of course, without breathing Cause by the light and you can’t see me shining- In the absent of light and in mistaken darkness. But I am still with you in all places and time mess. In the darkness I follow you under your foot Thinking if I come with you in equal size like root You might get scared in the da
If there is no education there is no journey ahead.