Count the stars ohh fairly dust
as the phantoms of love touch
in linguistic anticipation of chance
trading meanings, making winnings

In a room full of laughter and fantasy
on the different levels of unplanned
stormy felts of felt emotive response
of eons ago and pretense of the present

Count the stars ohh fairly dust
sprinkle this self sustainance in plenty
Unweighted and unchained from locks
clocks and clicks of despair and want

In a life full of obligation and expectation
Let me be within the dreamt memory
of the light casts of alone and bliss
as the night caress the unspent future

MY THOUGHT I WISH TO SHARE

Not a lion or a tiger, but man, is the most cruel animal.
There are even men some, we call a cannibal.
They eat other men as food, for their sustainance ,  survival.

But imagine killing a new born babe or an unborn foetus !
That's not like eating chicken, fish or an octopus.
I think, we need to bring a change in our attitude, in us.

We terrorise people, or cruelly squeeze them we .
Excruciating pain n torture on others, many love to see!!
Even compel we some poor, to their organs sell for a small fee.

Shouldn't we pause and about our actions think ?
Remember we must, that between God n man,there is a divine link.
Goodness, kindness, compassion in our hearts n minds, may hopefully sink.

Armin Dutia Motashaw