Not every bloom that greets the eye’s delight May claim the rose, nor wear its noble grace; Nor every star that wanders through the night May bear the sun’s resplendent, sovereign place. And those whose hearts in sacred awe abide, Shall feel no torment in their silent rest; For fear of God becomes their shield and guide, Within the grave, their souls remain most blessed. What shine hath coal, though cast in gleaming air? Not every stone is jewel of great worth; Why must I prove the truth beyond repair, When answers fail to meet all questions’ birth? They who for gain alone their bonds maintain, Know not the art of honour, nor its claim; Where thorns reside and barren paths remain, No garden blooms, nor beauty there shall reign.

In the theater of life, beauty isn't about the face or fortune, it's about the journey from nothing to something. Let the world see that true transformation is the most beautiful form of all.

Choose life, and the world will fade into insignificance. Choose the world, and life itself will slip away.

  Yes, yes, I have seen people changing, Even the hardest stones melting, rearranging. Promises here are but the signs of the weather, Yes, yes, I have seen my own blood boil together. Those once so close, now distant, far away, For whom I prayed in my solitude each day. Yes, yes, I have seen myself falling apart, My very being burning deep in the heart. Eyes of honor, yet a conscience shattered, A face glowing bright, though by deceit battered. Yes, yes, I have seen moths consumed in flame, And mighty mountains slipping, losing their name. Now we survive on strangers’ trust alone, Breathing the last as if life’s already gone. Yes, yes, I have seen fate turning its side, The humble of earth in sudden pride. Whose name will inherit love’s final decree? Whoever it is must bear punishment’s plea. Yes, yes, I have seen soul torn from skin, And my conscience striving to rise again within. And those drowned only in worldly desire, Their purpose in life is empty, entire....

  In this world, every heart is stained with blood and endless scars, Pens lie abandoned… every trembling hand now reaches for the sword of wars. No trace remains of faith, of truth, of honesty once pure, Yet every tongue here swears loyalty—lies they dress as oaths so sure. Beasts now hide inside the fragile skin of humankind, And helpless birds—once free with hope—have left these hearts behind. What tale can I narrate of man, of love, of humanity’s name, When every mind has turned to monsters, proud and unashamed. The throne belongs to tyrants—thirsting only for bloodshed and despair, Justice stands abandoned, blind—its guardians lost, unaware. Still, we stand with chests unshaken, facing bullets with our breath, Blood may spill upon the earth… but we shall never bow to death. One day we’ll raise the torch of freedom—burning fierce and bright, And politicians will watch in fear as truth sets the world alight. Mothers, sisters, every soul will sing the anthem ...

  Let there be no trace, no shadow, no whisper of hatred in mankind’s name, Let every chain be shattered, and roses bloom where thorns once laid their claim. Freedom shall become every heart’s right, when tyranny’s breath is finally gone, Mountains will turn to meadows then… and no volcano of grief will ever dawn. We shall face all storms that rise, for courage will lift us high above, Even if fury fills the world, may not a single soul be harmed—just wrapped in love. If trust should ever break someday, let sorrow not consume our flame, For hope will still survive the night, and not one faithless heart remain. Those empires and those rulers who today drown in pride and reign, Their arrogance will fall to dust… and heaven will rise from earth again. In this barren land of ours, may colors bloom in every place, May angels walk beside us all— and may no demon show his face.

  Life, a duty, a solemn vow, Holding the friendless, showing them how To walk together, side by side, Till the twelfth of never, as our guide.   Life, an obligation, we heed the call, Nourishing the hungry, uplifting all. Understanding the pain, near life's end, Extending comfort, like a friend.   Life, a promise, hearts intertwine, An eternal bond, a love divine. Souls in union, forevermore, Together, we soar and explore.   Life, a faith, in humankind, Trust in guardianship, peace we find. A shield of care, protection true, An unfading confidence, in me and you.   Life, a lesson, we learn and grow, Mistakes illuminate, wisdom flows. Guiding the lost, to light the way, Teaching kindness, day by day.   Life, a game where all can win, Equal chances, where dreams begin. A realm where failure finds no place, A cooperative dance, full of grace.

  In this world, they say, a man becomes wise, But the one who teaches wisdom, she is my mother, so wise.   In every duty, she stands tall, unwavering, true, Caring for others, my mother, through and through.   Rich in heart, without pride’s heavy load, Embracing strangers warmly, my mother on the road.   When alone, it feels like life’s trials to face, Enduring pain silently, my mother, full of grace.   Joyous in every smile she sees, others’ delight, Proud of her kin’s success, my mother, shining bright.   My life’s purpose mirrors hers, clear and strong, The path I’ve chosen is hers, my mother, all along.   Her embrace, a prayer, a protective charm, Forever safeguarding, my mother, a balm.

In fields of green, where life should bloom, A tragedy spun its woeful loom. A farmer's heart, in anger cold, Turned cruel hands on innocence bold. A baby camel, soft and meek, Wandered close, her future bleak. In search of food, her tender grace, Met wrath and pain in that cruel place. He tied her tight, with rope so cruel, A heartless act, a broken rule. With axe in hand, he swung so hard, A life was marred, a soul was scarred. The baby cried, in agony deep, Her eyes did plead, her wounds did weep. No help arrived, no soothing balm, In fields that should have brought her calm. Oh, tender heart, sweet camel dear, Your cries of pain, we deeply hear. A poet’s soul can feel your plight, In darkness deep, we seek the light. Forgive us, please, for those who harm, For hands that break instead of charm. Not all are cruel, not all are cold, Some hearts are pure, with love untold. Dear camel, lift your eyes to skies, For justice comes, where truth resides. On judgment day, the wrongs will...