Opaque feelings again overwhelm
the rusty appearance of her beauty
she is at large.

Despite mean and daggers of hate
a second before the attack claims
"When the beauty turns to be bully
nothing but despair spreads
as dangerous radiation".

While you dear
meander in the grey side of your shade-
myriads of creatures have been born. In
a cyclic motion they mature to await death
in a long, far too long queues

From where I stand observing
is a shinny Moon and I see no borders
there on Earth, where the malice sowed
fear and the glutton swallowed
all dreams and hopes.

The colors of your skins are giving
a powerful glow to the specter
when negative particles are oscillating
the orbits...

When the awaken a midst you has a parlor
of gurgling river- let me see your
sparkling teeth as beautiful as pearl and
your veins bear the essence of Cilantro.

Let me see your progeny rise and prosper
and the product of your hands serve apart
of your alike.

Oh human...how beautiful you are and
proud as peacock- yield in flocks
you encroach Goodness and compete in...
Since when you come up here
you shall see what you have lost in vein.
Only here you'll swear in Time and
only here your Soul bears no shade.