Is it

And they are allThe producers of all hereWe see and talk toEverywhere in all waysDirect or indirect.Love, we get from allWhether friends or enemiesAnd we look upon themAll in equal eyes for allBelow and above,High and lowWe know not and we know.Exchange of true loveWith no bargain, basic needAnd we realise life as ownLike given…

Cosmic all,Inside and outside.Conception of truth,Not good, though.All possibilities are thereTo revive by touch.What is for you,Not for me, though.We are all together,But beyond perception.We are all here,Not comparable to any creation.

It is you to call the star.

True,I am a practicing poet.But I admit,I failed toMake the truth prevailed.But I light onThe lamp of time.Anyone can come forward,And with own wordsAnd language utterThe voice of the heartsAnd make the false emperor down.

I remember and I stay alone.Here I am with all sigh,Dear ask not why.

Nothing to circulate,Nothing to formulate,Life is just like a chocolate.I need no chocolate,You, please understandMy position here at this time.Is number a symbol?Let me identifyCoolly to arrive atNumber of seasons.Let me forget againThe code of living number.