Hopes Are Till Alive Today

I don't ask for a bed of clouds My Lord! I don't want respect I want my home in your poly-form earth I'm interested to work for those who work for themselves I may not be a poet, Can't write love and fun, Strong lines with heavy words I'm happy to be a labor of them I always write for my greed Satisfaction To impress readers Slighted others in the crowds Hope for more and more expected feedback More "Glory" in the contest I always think of me only There are millions who can't write Express their feelings, protest and need They are too needy to buy a pen I'm wasting ink on "Her" "Styx" is waiting for me I will go swimming Not to cross; Because I want to be here To write the 'EPIC' of my family My Lord! I have misused your words Mistaken daily for the same Divert your flow of time Don't obey your rules I can't forgive them who loves me I know You are the Ocean of Forgiveness But don't burn my home... I tried to be like you Kind, a true friend A good father and a flexible husband I understand, only you are the owner of that virtue I'm crore miles away from that The world is hungry for love Only a few are wasting it My pocket is full of love The mentality has not been born to give and share My brothers are begging and His father is homeless All his family members are dying to live Crying for a seed I'm unhappy with plateful rice Forget that they worked for my carrier I'm one of them...Can't escape from the cruel reality I want to be happy with their happy ending.