Dying is fate

Dying is fate to every taking breath

As Oxygen and water to living hood

But before I die I’d ask to know

What I was wiling in or willing out

Generations lost, legends lost, and stories faded

And philosophies of majesty tired to answer

When I see the dazzling exterior of west

As it pleases every soul, persuading

Every young, produces consumers

As a bee produces honey

Must have some thing lofty, sublime and heart phobic

The East is full of futile passion

Lost their charm, As a partial

Plucked flower among the

Fully flourished field of flowers

Something went wrong, something

Reminds right, such suspicion where,

Horrors of past, confusion of present, and

Fear of the future becomes man

Guest for long time, as lethal diseases to a patient.

                                                                                                                                MLKKK

                                                                                                                                April 6, 2019