A chain and a lock

we feel proudto show the diamond of our ringbut the teeth of our headwe do not polisha toothless talkand a clawless paw is useless

Both comes from the levelSAMEFrom where comesBoth softness and tears.

But from the dusty roadlike Maya Angelou still I riselike Alan Edgar PoeI hate I loveI rise I fall yet I fightAnd all I do, I do alone!if I see two roadsone is bent up andthe other is full of thornlike Robert Frost I take one less troddenand let it break into a new to…

And let him pet them all before he puts their piecesOn the white cliffs of different mountainsMountain will not move but the dovesThe dead doves will rearrange their bonesAnd walk down to their feet with same feathers and skinsI will ask you but nothing like the same aboveTo prove that this poem is real and…

But they come now and thenAs they find me lonelyAmong the people.I was thinking last nightAbout a beautiful thoughtAs they found the beautyIn my both bright eyesThey couldn’t remain thereJust they rolling out.They are not the weaknessBut they speak the languagesOf the heart of love and griefWhich my heart can’t expressA dropp of them tells…

That is this world isCreated by some one who isPerfectly perfectAnd He never created anything whichcould be a rival to Himso I dare not to stretchmy handsas perfection isa sole attribute He neverdistributes among His creations