#FOREVER

If I will be given a chance,

To prove and lead their ignorance,

What is the best act to be done,

Go, live in the scorching sun?

The branches grouped out the furnace,

Will be sowed and saw in the surface,

The twigs fall which make the bell rings,

Cannot make their lives live with sings.

Your man and woman on the land,

As well as kinsmen, dwell with them,

As a brother, do the alter,

As a sister, don’t go under.

Singing with no reminiscence,

Triumphs and fails has no presence,

Not aware of your barrenness,

Yet, you produce own happiness.

© 2017