Isn't it!
Isn't it!
He is a perfumed thought. Isn't it?
A confusing question, isn't it!
It is impossible to live, isn't it?
Abandoned, helpless, isn't it?
His face is an example of this
Bright bright is his cheek, isn't it?
If you know, you don't know
That's the question, isn't it?
Every step that I have taken
The net is laid by him, isn't it?
Your every step is deluded
It will happen, it will happen, isn't it?
If he would've answered as he went
The question is still stuck, isn't it!