NOON-FIRM-BAR (NOVEMBER)

NOON-FIRM-BAR (NOVEMBER);

Here is he,the father of thirty-earth.

Pleading and bleeding with his mystery race set to run. But,he shall feed up his offsprings.

In his generation,who makes bee?

Even,if they are amidst of any sadist,if the skeletons of stillborn promises.

Dry up in his heart instead of honeybee,

No matter the situation can be.

He shall feed up his offsprings.

Oh! Is he the image of the maker’s good?

Then,why are you fear when calamity breaths?

Make thee suspect,in need, that providence .

He made the angel thine,follow us.

Don’t be stupid for the experience teaches horse.

He shall feed up his offsprings.

For his children stubborn ignorance display them,

To bear the hammer,bitterness. Still to arise more,according to his will.

Even,where the body ages relentlessly. That plague the inner sense with no fuse.

He shall feed up his offsprings.

They said his tears flowed to flooded streams.

When Sodom burnt,gormorrah fell.

If your path avoided don’t be fear.

The mouth used for hossanah to beautified him; the same mouth was used to criticized and crucified him. But,he shall feed up his offsprings.

Happy new month.

–Dearest,

2018.