Enough are times you are in for rights;
You think it is high time you go for change
And please fleshy pleasure benights, 
With a great deal of passion, thoughts estrange.

Life's a slim shady route of sea. 
Time passes itself on the voyagers-
A dragging sail none foresee, 
Where mishap(s) can make all salvagers.

Joy is a lovely curse! 
That paints all your friends; thy sleuths, 
Come forsaken worse truth.

Sadness, a great blessing! 
A means to realize reverse 
Of pretenders messing!

Heaven's door is not shut
To deny hearty requests
But to destroy foes' gut.

Keep moving and never deviate
Lateness matters not to last
Not all blessings alleviate 
To cage peace fully grown aghast

Love hatred and give name 
To light that sets it aflame 
Darkness shouldn't have claim  

For humankind to find 
Lovely care and peace of mind
All needs to be aligned

Not all times one eats cakes 
With God, even when it aches 
Lasting glories...  at stakes