Deep incisions mar soft cheeks
As the flood of hot sour tears flows
Naked poor souls die
Each passing seconds of breath
Who will hear the cry of the voiceless
The cry of silent dying destinies
Who will hear the cry of the voiceless
The age-long groping for liberation
Wake up! Wake up!

See weeping spirits strucked by hope terminating pains
See the fear ridden culture of suffering and smiling
Are you now sagging your once celebrated raised shoulders?
Who art bewitched you?
What has become of your pride of giants and giant of pride?
Sixty doesn't look good on you!
Wake up! Wake up!

Your current reality
is the gravity
of age-long mentality;
Change your mentality
and you'll see the gravity
as expressed by a new reality.

See yourself in the light of future reality
Express the nitty gritty of your desired reality in the face of gravity
Experience the tangibility of the reality in it entirety

How you see yourself
determines how you carry yourself
How you carry yourself
determines where you find yourself

If poets don't write
They will rise
Ah!
They will rise
The seas, moon, sun and trees
They will rise
In revolt they will rage

Incisions of tears
Mars the face
Of beautiful minds
Inundated by floods
Of discouragement
But,
It takes the courageous
To stand tall
In the face of wild storms
In the jungle of life

Naughty blushing hot yellow ball
Why hide your radiant and charming
Eye ***** in the blanket of clouds
Is it because of this cute looking lens?
O come on!
This lens is dying to have you