A little of gestures of benign,
Selfless like a cordial Moon in bright;
And his encroached huntsman
Of lunar rhapsody upon the night
The magnanimous constellation
Like a thousand planets shining bright
Each holding its arcane life-
Akin to the mortal`s breath forever
Panting ways of this ephemeral rage.
She moves with a bounty heart;
And leads not the opulent life,
Her sophistry is mild with earth-
The prejudice of social politics.
If I shall in some compare premature;
The upright virtues,eloquent voice-
The rhapsody of a smile inviting hope,
To my own dear mother long passed:
There I were a juvenile and a memory
Shoots blank drawing despair linger.
The forever seek of betterment course;
In lonely divine fast-tracking to nowhere,
Like a steered ship with no compass
Have endured my span to the lethargy reign.
The incessant force of bounty;
Upon poor souls yet giving at large,
Boast`d a fellow bloodline to course-
The immotal lion forever seeking
Endowed with a temperament naturally
Positive,The Seed Of Light emboldens him.
The little undersaid often taken for granted;
The sparkle of goodness she has
Seeking right everytime and humane,
The failure of acknowledgement
May doubt the unfurling passion to aid
Retreat arms back and chestly folded
But not the bounteous women in serene;
Hers is off the harnessing waves
Forever splashing to the shore
Hers is off Mother Teresa
Willing to give yet expecting none.
For her the unfurling to-morrow
The inevitable fruit of morrow
Is to her all to end the sorrow.
