Down to earth the famous and fairground breathing...

An impulse of finding fire...

What might the saviour needs?

Owing occupancy of ozone layer...

Another life in flotation...

Who knows what the pulse emphasizes?

Let the occupant of time remain in proxy...

For a candle light and there is clouds hovering the sky...

Labeling the history of time...

More important than the vision of posies...

No vacancy for chaos...

In making history the power of mankind juxtaposed...

Are we just reworking our memories beside...

When almighty has given you the cherished blessings...

To be yourself and all you do no way is your life...

Costier vases are talkative and ground envious...

Somewhere else you could do for what could be time...

Abandon cartoon card of your time...

Catch your eyes really what you could be for your world...

Our Earth needs in midst of what I told you in this short poem.