A push, my child is your creator, This very push can be your predator. Know what power it holds? A push in courage makes destiny, in veil rears vanity, Devoid of care, troubles soul innocent for eternity; A push of hope can envision a trivial mind, One with belittling words destroy character in grind; It gladdens a life with thoughts heavenly and sweet, Or erode dreams, like trampling beasts in fleet. Also know that, A push makes worthy stand strong, For money and power are just get along, And talent more often than not, Too proud a virtue for most lot. Don’t care I, whether you have these, Certainly no concern, maybe bit, if you please. You see, Ago, my father pushed a simpleton me to survive, That push created utopia, now which is our hive. Believe you too in its power, Push you to bloom bud, be a loved flower. I hope out there waiting, is a beautiful life’s dawn, I push you in hope dear, a push you will thrive on!
I sincerely try to follow and ponder over all that stimulates me... beauty, innocence, violence, emotion, action, reaction and so on. Find my take on all these in this blog.