Soul Poem

If it's a composition of us, it's a universe of stars and comets.

Life is a highway of 12 months and four seasons,

Surrounding monsoons, rainbows and thunderstorms,

Bones of fears, anxiety, whimsical roads and weather,

Dictating in the lines between success and failure,

Drumming around the words Nepotism and Rags culture,

Dreaming about lakes of hope and bridges of

liberation,

Painting about the puffs of smoke we count to breathe,

Meditating over stones and spikes surrounding the blues,

Editing the scales of desert and plaintives of hues,

What is life?

It's a star, moon, cemetery, hospital cries,

Moans and rise, fire and water rise,

Dilapidated home loans to skyrocketing building,

Destruction to construction

Fight!

War of purples and yellow

It's a dust we vision life,

75 percentage of water definition is still unreachable!

Human