Thursday, 7 June 2012

Here I wish to be heard....

The tender heart of Muscularity and
fragile frame’s power of mighty ocean;
creator’s prudence wins here
but creation fails in miscalculation,
they tend to take things more outwardly
subtle things are left behind, in the race.

Malice behind happiness and
bloodshed behind victory reigns,
a simple truth lies in deep sleep;
motherhood the very abode of humanity,
the true fortress of humanity;
Mother, can she impart responsibility
the responsibility of love and respect
and uplift her progeny’s wisdom.

This is no poem and no craft, 
just the eagerness to meet true humans,
 who loves and respects every other life
who can reinforce the fortress of life
there, lies the world of my dreams.

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