My world

I thought of writing,

Something beautiful yesterday.

What defined my thought

Was what I, 

Trampled for a day.

The nature,

Which I admire most or

My parents gave me a mold.

The number of lights asked

About their standing,

I looked at the stars,

Gleaming at high holding.

A poor boy with meals  or

A merry lady with heels,

Lakes dazzling with lights or

Fields pouring suffice.

Both are a bliss within

People’s strife.

His love for her 

Or my mom’s caring cuddle. 

O Lord,

Tell me why

People embrace you with life

Is this what true love is like.

What to find gorgeous 

In this lovely herd,

Everything is beautiful,

So-called the world…..