PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

 .   You hoped for glittering future; But we inhabit sparkling pauperism You dreamed of scintillant living Yet we live in reality of bright panhandlers World laugh at you when we strived to feed our deity Your life spell "boondoggle" widely Anf your saving box cries every night; It hardly feeds on penny. Many told you to curse your Creator Telling you that your life is nugatory We are neither blind or deaf to witness  Others successful story of goodness, Yet many called us fruitless beings. Papa et Mama wipe your tears Never look at your pal's table They wish you to be their puppet To feed on crumbles falling from their table Their dreams are not yours but their future. Wipe your tears mama I go to war like a farmer  That went to the wood To search for greenwood  Where we can find our livelihood Cry no more when I come not in time The way is far and the path is full of thorns I will scale through with your prayers. Wipe your tears Papa When no one stands by you ...

  I reached to a beautiful damsel  Looking beautiful like the roses in a bowl Her body is irresistible and her face is alluring I couldn't fight my instinct on sight of her shape I stooped so low to get her with my payroll. She twisted her body like a mermaid in the crystal river Her body is stunning like a new burn gold  Is she a mythical being? Her breast is full to her neck that they came out for fresh air. Control room has ignited my staff of honour He arose like a compatriot waiting to call for obey  I quest her if I can be her knight tonight She said in solo sound, "Yes,but can you stay like the Roman soldier?" Yes, I'm the knight in world war II, I fought many with my one edged sword. She bespoke me to come into her battlefield Where decorated valley is situated while she went to refresh, my soldier stood still singing war songs Waiting for order to advance. When she came in, I could mapped her voluptuous And her happy dancing twins, they move freely to all ca...

Mother beans and I look alike She gave birth to beautiful children Her greens are blossom and pest-free. Her Master harvested us from our mother We become helpless orphan And our mother was cut off. We cried for days in chemical store where darkness is so bright and scary We neither see light or hope. One day, our master come for us  and separated us from one another While others were put in the sliver room, I was rejected like our shell My cry mean nothing to our masters I wish to make my master's meal, But she  threw me to the dirty ground where I was beaten by heavy rain and scaring wind Hellish punishment was gifted to me by scorching sun, But the humble ground consoled me  He takes care of me like a new bride He provided a conducive  room for me like the prodigal son. The ground gave me a new hope and life I waxed stronger in the stinking ground where worm and creepy insects dwell. I feed on rotten worms and garbages I drink from the air  Someti...