Seeker Poet

It's something that we don't understand, What we don't know we claim it a sin, A wrongdoing; if we are unable to do it, A mystic dancing in love of God, Seems transgressor to the Orthodox world, A poor little boy steals a bread to vanquish his hunger, World claims him a thief, We beat him until he dies or bleed, We don't push hard to feel a little further, Of why someone goes against the wind of the world, Why someone ain't comfortable being slave of majority, Skeptical place the earth is, Wrong things are allowed to do openly, Culture we follow, decency we fake, It holds the royal seals of orthodox majority, Silly jokes, loud laughters, On the contrary, righteousness stands in front of judges, Judges of this fake cruel world, Where truth hangs till death, Whose soul goes to heaven, But what will be here's judgement?, Judgement is coming, And it's coming real sooneth, Ones who pointed fingers, Will cry in corner alone, Ones who ...

Finally the moment arrived, One awaited for eternal long time, When all these times will end, That started in deep past forgotten, It started when i was young and free, It took me to heights of unknown trees, I followed the road in hope of beyond, I stumbled, i fallen to find out who's me, I have all these memories, The tears not forgotten, I won't lighten my backpack, Even if it outweighs my expedition, It holds the lessons, experiences all i had, The moments i lived, when i died long aback, I rose again by blessing, not by strength of mine, I live under the mercy, in the grace of one divine, It's late than the usual, i know but i'll carry on, To finish the undone, to get back the gone, I am here once again to the one last ride, A change that may change the spin of life.