Dews drop on leaves
We know them as leaves
Bees **** nectar
And flowers are still flowers
After losing its one leg
The bird is known as a bird
But when evil catches us
We are fettered and dance
To its amazing and honey
Tunes, rhyming with milieu
And our identity is gone
We adopt a new name
A name to be applauded
Somewhere for its intensity
Be, my dearest, what you were
For evil is only rainbow, appealing
For its own bubble existence
That we know is not us
Be, my dearest,  what you were
Still you will be the same

For them as you were earlier
And here your peace grows

Be, my dearest, what you were
For restoration is being with God

God gave us language to connect people
Not to create disharmony and violence

Ashes, scattered
On the roof,
Make their way
But roll back!
The wind hibernates.
A solitary kite
Is taken aback,
And too depressed
To lie down.  
A host of pigeons
Coo in low
As they wait
for the sparks.
Something is amiss.
We know
How life begins,
But don't when,  
And between them
We float,
Catching zero!

It is tough times when you think of heaven
Think of it when it is easy times
And then he will think of your tough times

Emotion of revenge is an enemy to emotion of help

In a murky evening
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape
An autumn tree,
Like an orphan
Left alone by relatives
With tattered patches
Half bare and bruised
Cried at my window

In a murky evening
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape
An autumn tree,
Like an orphan
Left alone by relatives
With tattered patches
Half bare and bruised
Cried at my window