The fantasy paints the novel

You give me money, and I invest it.
I will give you money, what are you doing with it?
You donate me, and I give some of it back to the world.
And I will donate you, will you give some of it back to the world?
You ask me what I am going to do with your donation,
And I will ask the same thing to verify such a validation.
Well, the Earth needs the foundation to build her state,
To roar the world that the peace of nature shall richen,
But you give money, and I will invest it,
I will know what to do with it, but we shall thank,
To the Earth who never give up on our kind in our heart,
Why she didn’t destroy us from a long time ago,
But well, faith can never tell you to believe by your eyes.
But it can show you to believe by the action of life,
For the Lord, our Creator is in my mind, forever and ever.
So let me give you money, and I pray for you to invest it,
And share it with the world so that everything else is safe,
But the fantasy paints such a message to the novel.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Life or death

Life goes, and he does his things, is what Lifelike,
But Death records all Life’s accords.
Oh, how could ye live forever?
If He, our Holy Creator let ye live forever,
Here I will come to thou and sayth,
Teach it to me so that I may learn, good luck,
The world has all the records inside their soils.
So, how could we all know the past of our fore-families,
But rest assured, the alight of all these things,
Should we make ourselves successors or the Earth’s saviours?
Up to us, or the sheep waits for their Lord to not slaughter them.
Suppose Life protects himself from Death,
But how Life protects thee if ye try to destroy him?
I think Death said like, I will destroy that they try to destroy you.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Every Star is Different

Every star is different, or I thought so
Ye save thyself for thy body
Thou want milk, but I want water
Thee want the blood to eat to fill thy stomach
But one day shall I eat only fruits and vegetables
For He who created Life and Death with their duties
Life is to give life, and Death awaits for those lives
We pay the price that one day one will die for that cause
The price to take a life other life must die one day
Every planet pays the price to orbit around the sun
Or so I thought, or so thine thoughts, or so our life
Such a riddle to speak for the cause that is paradoxes
Ye threw thy stone but not thy body, so now sample
It is the fantasy that dreams upon my head

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Circle of life

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

Ye made animals which thoughts my mind
Are they the foods for my kind and other kinds who eat?
What their purposes to live on the Earth and more what
Ye made those things to live but die
Such a strange to me that thought it of what more there is
Oh such a figure to a man that wonders like why
Ye made those living things to die
O no such a man or woman prolong their life
But they could if their soul is well like the milky way
Ye made what holds and more of life

©️ Ismael Mansoor

With comfort but…

They cry, have they come to their realization
And they cry, what have they done to themselves

He comes to them, with comfort but a bitter truth
He says to them ye have done to thyself
But forgive, believe, and receive it from thy heart
He has always forgiven thou, and ye know it
He is there for thee, as He has been here for me
But ye have opened thy eyes for thy realization
He comes to thou that He has heard thy soul
He enchants it to ye, saying, “Your choice.”

They cry, have they come to their realization
And they cry, what have they done to themselves

© Ismael Mansoor