Blog, I can feel..!

Blog
I feel,
I feel like a child, who designated on selling eggs, have ended up breaking them,
like a blind who has lost his stick,
like a poor stricken wrench, whose last ten rupe note has lost,
like a poultry holder, whose chickens have diagnosed bird flue,
like a diary, accidentally damped, which is only blots now,
like an imp watching his targets getting pious,
like a cinderalla whose prince is incapable of striking one, after eleven.
I feel like a pinnochio who planting his only possesion with hopes of multiplication, lost even that.

And last but not the least
I feel like a penniless child in ragged clothes,
walking in the streets, lonely in his acquire,
searching behind window panes, columns and bars,
If there is anything HE can buy..!