As they searched for artistic freedom
A generation came and gone
Then, came another generation

You alone lord make me dwell in safety
You rejoice me with my smile
You hear me when I am distressed

May the blessing of the
lord be upon you
Despite the troubles

Fail me not Oh God
Wherever I go
You are with me

Catch me if you can
Whether I am driving or
flying in the plane

How sweet is your love
That keeps me moving
Despite a tiring day

A day to honor ancient sages is Rishi Panchami
Where women devote and fast
To purify their bodies and souls

Remember me when I am gone
So far away into the wilderness
That I shall not return

Is it the will of God that inspires me?
My heart and legs are tired from digging the field
Should my shoulders be able to bear burden to dig?

How sweet and lovely was the Queen Elizabeth II
That ruled the British kingdom
Who smelled like a fragrance of rose

They who have the power
to change and will do nothing
Will indeed be wiped away some day

If love were true, I would live forever
Unlike a deceived wife facing fear
Of retaliation from beloved husband

But how do I let you steal away from me
For you were supposed to be my
daughter for the rest of life

I feel like a slave to the master
In a country governed by capitalism
I go to work and do

My love for me is what
keeps me alive Although there
has been war for last ten months

Like a squirrel running towards the nut
So do our life come to an end
Each day is an opportunity to be better

If there was a new imagination
That could lead human to Mars
In a spaceship so big

God give me all you can
Whether it’s the pleasure or pain
At your hands I crave to understand

Save the love for the ocean;
be renewed by the waves
Thy glory is higher than my appetite for food

Neither gold nor silver nor bronze medal
Of Olympics shall outclass the power of Simon Biles
You’re already the greatest and brightest

Oh How much more do I love your beauty
By your sweet curls of hair that is glittering?
The roses shine in red despite sweltering heat

Who am I, what am I made of?
Those millions of atoms shadows on I tend
Since, every atom is a tiny drop like water

So am I the rich who has been blessed
Can bring happiness to others with my treasure
My treasure are my colored leaves

Sitting in the desk next to the gorgeous Diamond lake
Waiting for eagle to take break
I kept waiting to catch their first sight

Standing in a desk of piano at
St Mary’s Church was a bottle of water
Which I bought for half a dollar

Hi my name is Mr. E,
And I live with my family.
But, I have to pay a fee

March 25, 1911 was the day
When the fire at Triangle Shirtwaist
Factory in New York City was underway

I had a rocking chair
Which I brought from Goodwill dear
It was such an amazing chair

Gaze at water in the lake
It’s a beautiful Christmas break
It may be December and a windy icy day

Beautiful night full of stars
Owls sit in the trees and listen
Wise are their eyes as they see

Trees are my sanctuaries when I feel low
When I feel low, I look at the trees
Which are the glory of parks and forests

A neurosurgeon performing surgery
I am deep in my thoughts
Like a neurosurgeon performing a surgery on a patient

I learned 50 digits of pi
I don’t know why,
But I did it when I was about to die.

When I most think, do mine eyes best see
The poverty in America that affects everyone
But when I sleep in dreams, my eyes imagine thee

My true love has my heart and I have Hers
Because we both love each other dearly
Despite she being the true cause of my grief

Those pretty eyes that ring freedom
When I’m surrounded in your heart
Your smile and your beauty fits well to the fall colors

Oh Lord how I sing to you with thy praise
When all of me is made by you
Praise be to you Oh Lord as you bring praise to me

From her tears grew the rose
Symbolizing her strength and resilience
Ravens love rose because they lighten the world

Oh Lord I sing your praise with obedience
As I stand here with my better half
Praising thy instead of praising myself

What have I gained in falling in love with you?
My whole life has been a mystery without love
Wondering away from place to place

Narrow is the gate that leads the life to heaven
Few are those who pass through it
Understand that you will be judged by the deeds you do

Homage to the rising sun above the mountain
Lifted up his burning spirit under the sun’s sky
Bestowed with a new sight

In the mirror, I see my own image
Close to that of my lovely mother
Now is the time to create another face

If only I can use my imagination
I’m saved by grace through faith
When the dreary winters besieged my body

What am I to fear?
To examine the city with a clear perception of good and evil
Interpreting human actions in relation to eternity

Oh Lord God you promised a beautiful day
How diligently you covered the sky with clouds
To let the rain fall out in the way of truth

Large and intelligent was the dark black crow
Who kept flying with hoarse and cawing voices
His only will was to reach his final destination

You may shoot me with your sophisticated weapon
But, I will fire you back with my powerful words
Because my weapon is kindness

Is it the bird or is It the air?
Can you see that I’m a man without fear?

Hear me Oh God as I rise through the ashes
Feel me Oh God as I travel through the fire