To Ap Gomo.

Sometimes god is not fair I believe because god has never gifted me with basic poetic skills. However with much hesitancy I am posting my free writing to update my little home.

On the crest of snowed land,

Stand your palace in peace.

No other creatures can harm you,

You are the only source of solace.

 

You care no race for wealth and cast,

You care no color and fame.

Your kindness wants no price,

You are free of greed and envy.

 

Behold at this uncertain world,

We live in the cloud of suffocation,

Suffering in the race of social whirl,

Dump into the world of annihilation.

 

You appreciate no nepotism,

Favoritism and egocentrism,

Megalomaniacs, chameleons and sycophants,

You never grade the levels of human kind.

 

Alas, take me to thy world;

The world of eternal happiness,

That measures no power and superiority,

And free of sufferance and sadness.