A Cup Of Poetry

Hey, the Craven! strolling like a rolling stone running behind to make money by foul and fair giving the name of wiseness lurking for lust have made this world worst than hell spreading hatredness divided the mankind into race and religion begone from my sight. Let me enjoy the cup of poetry am asking the Almighty to pour more and more poems in the cup of my poetry where the moon will reflect And I'll kiss the moon through cup of my poetry to make me realise the coldness of her breath where stars will assemble to enlighten my soul. I'll pray my master to fill with His entire creation when I'd be lost forgetting all delusion of life.