I knew you hate me a lot
Yet I do respect and love,
You may like me or not
You may love me or not,
Courage sometimes is the quietest voice
That roars loudest from within,
Making faith a distinctive choice
And compelling motivation to try again.
A sun is blocked by an accident.
My soul shocks and is almost dead.
The sky of moonless night
Whenever I am feeling:
sad, lonely, or blue;
I close my eyes
my special friend, and
When we deal with too much stress, it
causes a lot, of unhapiness! Eventually,
we pay the piper indeed, for being out
of sorts, is not, what we need! How do
The joy of overcoming
There is still pain
But it does not paralyze.
One is driven to loneliness by the deaths of close ones
To one as handicap in life, but it is compensated by the
Proximity of friends who are natural brothers, though not
By blood relationship in the world we are all partners!
Tension, fear and panic make even a small thing
A big matter to deal with to the extent of avoiding
It to be done so as to feel free to breathe air!