Shy Girl It's Your Art

"The Immortal Traveler"

*few droplets of her words might confuse you. An amateur poet trying to express herself in this platform.

I travel with the breeze and the wind,

Sits above the vapors and spreads through the air.

But I never lost the scenery from above;

People, human beings of all kinds;

They strive and thrive within generations.

Helping, loving, caring one another;

And then I see light and dark,

Chaos and order among themselves.

Human beings bound with life; loved by God,

But only love themselves.

Selfish human beings, killing each other;

Manipulating one another,

Calculating creatures of the highest order.

Then something sets the ordeal.

In the form of a disease, the enemy of every state;

The disease travels fast;

People to people,

Infecting all.

I've come across its kind;

It winks and bade its goodbye.

While flying along with its host,

It waves and mischievously knows,

That something is up and it can't stop,

By just dusting yourself up.

So people prepare,

Let your differences set aside;

You have something worst,

It spreads like wildfire

and only can be stopped by modifying

Such behavior you long have.