I am not I poet
I am a tailor who mend words together just to fit your emotions.

I am not a poet
I am just a boy who knows how to translate his feelings into ink.

I come from a far away land
So rich,we have gold as sand

No one toils for money
The seas are made of honey


I come from a far away land
Fingers of the same hand,
Were are all one,unity is our band

Together we fly
Together we die

I come from a far away land
We are ignorant of darkness and its stand

Shining all over,Unending light
So pleasant to our sight

I come from a far away land
And i am just passing by
I will stay for a while
And Then say bye.

God is not everything
He is not the spelling of the devils lie
He is not the cloth of weakness you put when the unwanted stranger called sickness knocks at the door of your health.
He is not the hate speechs that are been hurled minutely  in the space of social media.
He is not the smile the politicians put on after delivering their bags of deception through trucks of manifestos
He is not the hurricane that sweeps the homes of poor people upgrading them to another stage of poverty called homelessness
He is not the cry of a malnourished kid who as a result of lack of adequate bread has made him look like a goblin in a fictional piece
He is not the hopelessness dwelling on the face of idp camp dwellers
He is not the trauma of a lady who is barely 18 but has experienced forcefully the process that lead to her existence
He is not the sound of the explosions caused by the device worn by some religious fanatic that rip blood,water and flesh from  beings
He is not the complaint of a school child who has been sent home not because he wasn't fit for learning but because his parents were not fit for paying for the pedagogical services their child has been receiving
He is not the depression of a jobless grauduate hopelessly roaming a mega city with his First Class papers.
He is not the memoir of a woman who has just lost her child and her child's father in one day
He is not the addiction of a smoker seeking happiness from sativa and indica,believing to roll up his problems in paper as he lights them up with  a lighter.....
God is not everything