An End In The Beginning. A Taste For Everything. Poem by NurWilmy Francis

Of those wishful thoughts or hopes never will come true. To think that believing in something too intense and focused could be a probability to achieving that without fail; it’s just that we humans are walking on a platform of blank information. The things or compendiums that we need to know will never we ever get into our attentions. Only desired needs are being compensate. Nothing of which is germane to us, to survive in this sphere of vanity and greed and even so much more we take into consideration. Till when the stars starts to burn out and fall onto the earth, the skies breaks apart and the ambient silence, then we scream our lungs out.

Before my eyes, I see little knowledge of patience stained on them.

Before my eyes, I see little sense of vacuous tainted over their minds.

Before my very eyes, I see no vehement or verisimilitude around.

With every other affection that I have, I feel so much for how the world is weighing in. It does not only take all the blame that is being smeared all over, its caving in to the highest degree of vicissitudes. Farthest to the extent, I however shall remain constant to every decision and every minute of imagination will I be vicious; neither for greed. How I could only wish a wish to be true for this time to ever be right.