She mews
From the terrace

And mews and mews.

I know she has no blanket
Like those on the roads.

All sleep quiet soundly,

But she mews and mews
Like those on the roads,

And gets nothing for comfort.

Pleasure is treasured in the woods;
Oh, we're captive to our livelihoods.

The melodies of birds pour delight
And leaves bring forth music, light.

No zipping wheels pollutes the air
Nor any cacophony pinch ears there.

Ego only watches how wonderfully
All sorts of being do live in harmony.

The Lie keeps hiding to save its head
For the Truth reigns; it feels the dread.

Sharing is common since love is green;
All pine for imbibing it and is no spleen.

My branches are my arms
And all leaves my children;
Do you burn up your farms
Where your family is driven

To live a happy life as mine?;
Know and think it profoundly
Ere you saw me and my wine
Oozes and you elude it quickly.

Are you cannibal to eat all?
Are you aliens fully unaware
Of the earth and its deep call
To uphold peace and share

Whatever it yields to everyone
To make their life so beautiful,
Smile, rejoice, and have lot fun
And always give and take plentiful

Don't miss this opportunity;
Turn up, but thirsty, hungry,

And sit and wait till you get
Whichever poem in the plate

I offer myself to you to eat
And it'll be as sweet as a treat.

Don't leave the seat after one;
The next poem will be given

In a new flavour, new colour
And to gobble it you'll be eager;

"Wow! How sumptuous," you'll say,
We've fallen for them; we're much gay".

With the passing away of one truth,
Thousands of lies delight in pride
Of cruising it with us, less the ruth,
And we then suffer from each side.

There is a brimming cup of rapture
When the blooms bow for buterflies;
There is a cup for me, too, the sucker
If you let me kiss thy lips of sweeties

The light that we need is here
In the passing of a day silently;
We squander it with our sloth,
Craving for putting on joys, cloth,
And it rolls by minus our work, best,
And we cry we haven't got the harvest

The sound of the fall of a leaf
Complaints of nothing in its brief
Moment in which its all dreams
Die like the snow from the streams
When the sun hammers down it
And I do learn to get it my habit

I pocket darkness of my life
In a frame
And
Pin out the samllet stars from it then
To remind myself:

The nature of the storm is like that of mine;
It goes angry soon, but is cool always.

Republic means
Everyone be free
to seek the truth,
Find it,
accept it
and proclaim it,
With no hindrance
of the averse winds.

The night doesn't do worry
If the silvery stars shine;
The bad deeds always flee
If the good ones are mine!