The God Of Bliss

Flouting the muddles of life,

Walk down through nature,

Through the bravest thorns, the glorious trees 

And the wild-white barren strawberries.

The breeze won't see your afro,

Before it blows them with upright,

To chatter and make them fly,

Mocking the broad daylight.

The night sky won't descry your dusky color,

While it clothes itself with the most beautiful stars,

There are whispers of your beauty there,

As you would hear the melodious larks.

The lilacs won't judge upon your gender,

Before they smile to you with beauty,

To break off and rest,

On your palm to impart the fragrance of ecstasy.

The cogon won't see your riches,

Before you caress it with your fingers,

Before it talks to, and console your feels,

For when you fondle,

Your touches actually speak!

They can see beyond your smile,

Beyond the deceptive art on your face,

Beyond the heights, you stand,

The ambitions and race.

Never think life is a hopeless endeavor

To catch up a smile, a moment of pure joy.

Go, sing-along, out of everything amiss,

In nature where He stands,

The god of all bliss.