
The dawn of mind is awake
To make a fearful bold fake
The soul is making its way through the darks
To say, it does have a shining foot marks
Heavenly bodies of mind are wandering
They don’t know what they are searching
Here and there, they are possessing possessive
And with passing they are becoming aggressive
The internal soul is quiet and despise
The world is becoming disguise
The super most thing, anger is covering the minds
The smallest thing, forgiveness is changing the finds
Laughter in soul is vanishing
Hatred and anger is powering
Peace of mind depends upon one’s sight
Every thing of life depend upon might