Once on Easter, I wished lord Jesus: Oh Christ, I want a beautiful land and lots of goodness with glorious sand let the sand be of any brand but there should be no discrimination in your land for several lever of mercy are made by just one hand.
Oh Christ, I want a perennial river where nobody cry and nobody shiver all must work and feel privilege we all are equal we should pledge there should not be drought in your land for several drops are fallen by just one hand.
Oh almighty! where are you? we all are in danger, we need you many are dead, we are only a few the siblings are fighting and it became a flue why are we fighting for a mission so cruel? which is sending us to the sinful hell? till which extent will mother earth tolerate? when she will burst, grumbled man will afraid. Who knows what will the nightingale sing tomorrow, the song of rain or the spring of sorrow?
Lord Jesus said me: Unity is breaking, then rebuild it a home of nature where all can sit there will be no wars in my land cause several hands will be stopped by just one hand.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain