Primrose path, oh! Primrose path-
A path paved with the sword that dropped from Lucifer's right hand,
when he in combat fell from heaven.
A global absurd refuge that lures inquisitive minds to a vague thrill.
A look of rusticity was seen,
as viewers passed by but no one hurtled
All they saw was their vim,
while a Ruby laid on a rubble.
If the rose brags about her fragrance
Will she forget the invisible wind?
If the lion brags about his strength
Will he shun the invisible air?
Who cheers the staggering cheetah's zest
He is just a cub in pain
Who says the mumbling clouds would rain
When all we guess, is just a quest
Like a mediator, I saw the zealots paying homage to Jesus
In the due of my sensational genuflection i leaned
On the altar of worship.
Classy mask of pure gold covered many faces
Out of the dirt you crept up to be
Out from the soil you rose up to be
As green as all that is hacked without a blink
Dedicated to honorable Evander Holyfield (Boxing Heavyweight Champion of the World) The champion in your heart has reigned.
The champion in your heart shall rain,
with love for you we humbly hail,
At the throbbing sound of his heart, he found his beauty
Along the lonely path of the strolling moon
Lovely glow, intensed passion, brought showers of flowers
Filling, and feeling the silent part of his creative world