Is it enough that I love the world?
The threads of it's pulse undeniable
enlightened by the universal web
Wedded to a world full of wrongs 
A complication of bush and grooves

Is it wrong that I love the world?
A shadow of the earth that shelters
establishment of truth undiscovered 
A shade of secrets with fainted saints
Welded in veracities unfathomable 

Who would have thought I see the day?
The intimate stroke of prestige miracles
triggered by meshed lullabies of ardour
Embosomed in the cleavage of the globe
synchronised, yet running from the bullets