My love, my sorrow

My love, my sorrow, is a universal Beam of light in times of crisis Where there is unusual thing happening And creating ciaos in the core of heart. The wall that is active can have a goal Not being downtrodden in the bottom of peace As if it awakes the dead soul day and night. Love seems to be sweet hear that pills over the ocean, rivers and seas to express dearth In toning life long stretch of humans frame. The old woman cries all day long I see beside her weal and woe In the sense that she is alive But starving for food not under the sun But under the green wood tree for the sake Like the empty words flash upon the mind To soothe and mark the ladders to go ahead. Sorrows and remorse of life in the wake. In the depth of oceanic demand amidst never ending The rays like the glittering waves of water To pass along in the sandwiched movement As if the sorrows never come along In the dark demand of humans panicking.