Welkin Siskin<\/strong>
\nWashington, America\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

1
\nAll parts of the body
\nFall in drops into the drizzle of life
\nTo evermore understand life and embody
\nThe civilized side that befalls after strife.<\/p>\n

Love maybe a scar of a twilight played false by time,
\nAnd it may be an orb of night blackened by the billows of cloud,
\nThe morning orange, with all lights reflective, rhyme,
\nAnd as high-spirited surge of peace shine with sprout.<\/p>\n

2
\nIf with all faculty of knowing we share and yet
\nSuch love can a heart by actions be conveyed
\nComposed are we with fervor, passion and love
\nStirred by our heart, and never, never snuffed.<\/p>\n

Such love in body many a feelings borne,
\nAnd such love should rely our heart to soar,
\nHover over in the skies as sweet as love dove,
\nRemember, this is love from the Heaven above.<\/p>\n

Love to be extant, one must his limbs spread,
\nAnd to extend such love should one strive yet,
\nTo be carefree and joyful in hearts and minds,
\nTo articulate love, to depict and portray love and find<\/p>\n

The very meaning of love: a faculty of knowing
\nIn consonance with mind and its knowing.
\nEach day, each hour then can it be true
\nTo keep up with what we can share as few<\/p>\n

Have shared it; for we know not the knowledge
\nHow far and deep or its depth goes its age.<\/p>\n

3
\nLove an unending light, furnishes
\nWith supplications to the heart;
\nTo unlock passion from the heart,
\nHe then long to each love atom finishes.<\/p>\n

Love an unending winds in length moving
\nLove an unending skies with moving clouds
\nLet it not a game, of rues and sobbing
\nBe it ever free from darkness and doubts.<\/p>\n

4
\nTo have wishes as humans with needs unfulfilled,
\nAnd to discover their ends unfulfilled until the end,
\nTo trample with such wishes uphill
\nOr to be put into darkness or din
\nOf life, unfulfilled and untoward.<\/p>\n

Life is a briny deep of wishes,
\nFrom womb to tomb we are led
\nTo have a wish every wink of an eye.<\/p>\n

5
\nOur eternity lengthens with motion of mind,
\nBut the time fades with every longing to sense it,
\nAnd we are stranded and lost to a path find,
\nAnd we with love, many many eternities beget.<\/p>\n

Our life, not knowing the eternity, our eternal self,
\ndwindles and freezes in the dust of the skylines
\nAnd we are left without being guarded and help
\nTo know what lies at the back of (the) beyond, the skylines.<\/p>\n

Buried under eternity are our times,
\nOur whispers of unknown patter of tiny feet and births,
\nOur longings of untold rhythm and rhyme,
\nCreate in us joys, delights, blisses, peace and mirths.<\/p>\n

6
\nSunken in the dreary murk
\nDoes the time with all its might goes
\nAnd the pen of a poet cries and does not smirk
\nAnd a lament or an ode, or a sadder feeling shows.<\/p>\n

Happier in the inland of life
\nDoes the time with all its victory go
\nAnd the pen of a poet crosses the strife
\nAnd sets into actions a million minds it do<\/p>\n

To execute an idea, a whim of a series of allegory,
\nTo catch sight of those parables and beauties
\nTo glimpse to the life of chronicles and folklore
\nTo give a sudden surge of platform opening the door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n