Resting on the top of the head,
Watching the flow of clusters,
Targeting, through the rope of actions,
To the root of its attachment.
It's time to harvest,
The crop of clusters,
Targeting, through the rope of actions,
To drive the land of actions.
Clusters are always unique,
Free, to grow until they messed up,
When messed up, it comes,
Under the target of a rope of actions.
Rope of actions have a moment,
Go from highest to low,
Then low to highest,
With a speed of light.
Rope of actions get triggered,
On many interrupts,
Which drove by, unique clusters,
To drive the land of actions.
Rope of action took time,
To get developed,
As much as unique clusters,
To drive the land of actions.
The more the land of actions,
The more properties one have,
Personality can be driven,
By the land of actions.
Inside to outside,
Both have their land of actions,
As for a cup of enjoyments,
Love is the rope of action.
~Aaditya Narayan Shakya