Dear child tooth-less smile intense mild ageless wise welcome all
Knowledge tree heavy with fruits down to earth in the jungle of boots
Forbid fear now and here life is ours for the asking
In the mess of life wrong ‘n’ right target is fear shoot at sight
Love god, adore him admire, enjoy ‘n’ explore his unique craft perfection of all virtues master designer unblemished his art
His cycles of resources preprogrammed seeds the smartest benefactor forgets the deeds
Man in intellectual infancy fails to grasp one single fact about life ‘n’ death
Birth flags off journey of life to do its two bits work ‘n’ fun logical conclusion then of a purposeful life the death arrives
The nature bestows unbound affection on the fallen actor mourning silently absorbs into her bosom for the sake of posterity
Without discrimination without fail since time immemorial till farthest future date these rules of god perfectly true night ‘n’ day chasing each other or attraction between male ‘n’ female
Birth then death is god’s method of ensuring perpetual life new replacing the old
For proof imagine the world without death first dictator still in boots first witch-doctor purveying untruths the land ‘n’ the seas crowded with undying species
Tenderness of god ruled it out forever and created a paradise on the earth and all around where we live only once
The whole exercise of numerous contrasts for knowledge and harmony birth ‘n’ death making life casting shadows dark ‘n’ bright thorn ‘n’ rose producing fragrance for the benefit of every one
The mankind blessed with reason and faster than light the imagination broken into two perfect halves co-inheritors she ‘n’ he of god’s legacy
The nature executes God’s will fools meddle the final arbitrator time heals
Absolutely confident of his grand design the cosmos and the human mind God left us as our own masters
Man right now trapped inside the colors of hide axes of prayer dresses he wears is like a baby refusing to come out into the world outside mother’s womb
Oh the agony of labor die or deliver in the nest of mother’s breasts and arms the child soon transforms into a toothless grin rest is our history.
