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.