Words like daggers,

Admired and desired,The artist seeks his placeIn a World so cold and uninspiredIt’s a slow and difficult raceDisorientation,Is generally the bitter case.

Belief in more than sorrow,Hope, seeds for a better tomorrow,More Love than hate,Inspiration that cannot wait,Dreams you cannot borrow,And the sweet, melodious chirping,Of a newborn, innocent sparrow.

My love is everywhere,And as long as I’m alive,For you alone,I’ll Love and Care.

Or you like me’We can still be friends,Get along in harmony,Show mutual respect,Even if we think, differently.Minds have to be open,In order to be free,So please if you want,True openness to progress,Don’t make yourself ‘more’While those that are different,‘Less’Only Tolerance makes us progress,Love more and hate less.

So well planned, tending perfection,Yet man knows none,What is so perfectly done,Our so called ‘civilizations’,Try their best to get undone.

Even desired,But a beautiful Soul,Is so rare and precious,That it is forever,To be admired.