The more the agonies flog, the louder the clangs of moans nip the ears.

A swanky attitude is the poet's soul.

When you shy away to spill out your dirty secrets from your lips then some curious folks take them out the way the weeds are out after the digging of the soil.

Smelling stenches of the dead hopes is the greatest of all tragedies.

Some hearts are too solid to be liquefied by the heat of kindness.