My work on my world

It was a day of a stormy life
So lonely and emotion filled
That my soul seered in eternal strife
To what of me is worth to build

For it is me a failure I stand
Lost in this place of earth
Alone with none by my hand
I tread with confidence in dearth

So then a question in me did ask
Of what sin was this condemnation?
To be denied the gift of task
And to live in continuous desperation

An answer for I looked in my past
Yet in its white was no crimson red
Alas, those joyous days didn

When wonders are your eyes sight
And costly meats your tastes delight
When lush green meets your daily stroll
And the sweet aromas that fill your soul

When your word assumes total command
And all bow when your presence stand
When pain and agony is but fantasy
And pleasures of life every days reality

When justice is what your mind judge
And glory beside you does trudge
When satisfaction fills within you
As your army swears solemn to

Then know a king you are
The one they call the morning star
And know in all possible royalty
There is who bear enmity

Know that as serene as it is now
Amount can turn it violently down
Know that we are turned to hatred
And that our wrath you shall dread

The king you are that failed to heed
The king so encompassed in your own greed
Its time we declare change is order
Its time oh noble we showed our power

-- The common

The silence of the end looms over plain
Their swords are down and their cause is vain
As dead they are splattered with blood on ground
They fought with valor but victory have not found

The flags lay torn and desecrated in shame
The flags they fought for in their king

Those tear drops she shed and pain she bore
To bring me forth into this earth
And sadness endured so I could joy some more
For never was love her love in dearth

Even as my little self would tread and fall
That guiding hand kept pushing me on
Run she said till yours is all
Oh those days now away and gone

And stern she was when instruction gave
As morals to me she wisely taught
Be polite she said do no wrong, behave
Words I seek yet hear not

Days swept by from boy to younger man
The mellows voice of kindness always beside
And in victory or failure an assurance that I can
There was my mother with my every stride

Never once expecting, never a complaint
Epitome of a parent she was to be
Her patience so never with taint
My mother I yearn to see

A father now in self, son you I, hold
In love and care that you shall live
And to you words my mother once told
My son, to you my life I give

The long hair some flowing some entangled up
Some tied, in a tail some still in a dump
Like beauty from behind yet covered in beard
To many a fraternity they were truly feared

Like Sufis and saints they would strut
Defiance displayed with too much gut
Not my world to care they would sing
When many a problems to them would bring

Burning away among their finger life was truly high
When awaked from the midst of sleep could hear a sigh
Then again for companionship lit a glowing red
Nay won

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