i love you in everyway

I love the way you smile 

I love the way you you style,

I love the way you say,

I love you in everyway.

I love the way you look,

I love the way you cook,

I love the way play,

I love you in everyway.

I love the way you sleep,

I love the way you keep,

I love the way you pray,

I love you in everyway.

I love the way you laugh,

I love the way you pull the scarf,

I love you in everyway,

I love you every day.

I love the way you hug,

I love the way you shrug,

I love the way you keep your way,

I love you in everyway.

I love the way you shout,

I love the way you are loud,

I love the way you say, nay!

I love you in everyway.

I love you every day.

and I saw!

In the stormy shadowy sunday

I saw a salesman selling strawberries,

Organic oranges with olallieberries,

Pink peaches, pears and plum,

Nearby a small stinky shanty slum.

I saw a watcher watching wagon,

Alone a nocturnal knight with none,

Observing owners on obstruction,

Focusing like dragon of a dungeon.

I saw a student studying in shade,

Gaping at the golden glowing glade 

In books, the pictures presents precise,

Only knowledge shall suffice.

I saw an elder ebbing energy,

Shall surely be sent to surgery,

But mind muddled and marching,

Praising the past patriarchy.

I saw a tramp toiling an' turning to a tunnel,

His figure faint, fells like a funnel,

Asking alms, in austere atmosphere,

No shirts,no shorts, snowing so severe.

I saw a politician publicly pleasing the pigs,

tracking trenches, tricking and turning ticks,

These greedy-good Ghosts, girating to grate,

Harmful-hateful hosts, holding hands of hate.

I saw myself mindlessly mingling,

Watching Things torturing threateningly tinkling,

To give a helping hand, honour to the helpless,

Destroy those dodgy, diabolical desertness.

why? O why?

They come, they go,

It's perpetual, happening

Since long ago.

The face change, people bows,

on stage they pose

But they're deranged,

Nothing has changed

Sucking the bloods like 

Vamps, so close.

None is bothered,

We are tattered,

Our emotions speak,

But it's so bleak,

No one listens

To the prayers,

They just hasten.

We shall roar,

At their door,

 The freedom only will suffice,

The freedom to speak,

The freedom to see,

The freedom to live life i like.

The freedom to the way i die.

We shall be heard,

By that herd,

Our suffering and pain 

Won't go in vain,

We shall win the cause.

Shall we make a clause

To be together and fight

Coz freedom is my right.

I may live or I may die,

Never you stop asking them

Why?

O, why?