spiritual seeker Poems
There Is No Honour Among Thieves And...
Among thieves and murderers,
There is no honour among them,
They plunder and kill,
lied behind their smiles,
pretend and talked a smooth talk,
and even turn on their own.
Some are fools, and they dance when their master say dance,
But many nowadays, they come as presidents and ministers…
Pretending to be your most understanding and helping friends,
But they come only to steal your wealth,
To enslave you!
Wise words are like fresh sweet water,
It's source from the pure white snow in the distant mountains..
That have stood over nature's temper,
battered by the howling winds over centuries.
This pure water, sooths the soul and rise it way above clouds,
It causes dry desert to sprout with flowers abundance,
And gently shape the hardest rock and ground.
It's spray, cool the earth and douse the heat of flame.
It nourishes throughout centuries,