Signs of true love
Tender, pure like a dove
They’re nurturing today
And for good they’ll stay.
Some glittering past

Stemming from an impulse
Or a great wish maybe
Now the poet sees himself
Crowned his art and knowledge
Around a distant ocean.

That Garden is fill’d
With buds and roses
Growing generously
In beauty and care
Breathing love rare.

It is an ongoing witness
It even was so
Before we were born...
It is a close companion
Sometimes we don’t notice it

A cascade of emotions
Descended upon me
Since dawn cleared
Until night came to me.
I recalled the warm atmosphere

Countries, peoples across the worl
Are in need of a wide, free gate
Through which noble principles,
Human values are supposed to circu
Not just business,

Wise, powerful, caring
Words
Heartfelt gestures
Divine thoughts
Comforting my soul

At dawn, when we suddenly awake,
We feel the innocence of Blake.
As the day unfolds, on struggling
There comes reflection, like roads
Upon reading stories of woe

Lines stemming from a song—
Heard again and again for long—
Are bridging a mysterious gap
In quietness, step by step
Between a smiling face

We believe in inner strength,
Determination, meditation,
Intelligence, divine signs—
Supreme Light —
Protecting us, cheering our heart