Man with humility
walks into a room
his knees on floor
dreams confused
for a doom

Man with conceptions
O lavish they are indeed
Mind but merits
only in their deeds

Man with sullied sight
omitted all that he had
succumbed to grudge
hence strife is all he touches
world became sad

Man with broken heart
writing his way from
cotton dreams to
obscurities and certainties

with soil he became art.