In this poem of mine, I’m telling what are the steps that lead to victory.

In this poem, I’m telling the world that bad happenings do have good endings one day or another. All it takes for that is some willpower, lots of effort and endless hope.

I am looking for something different.

I need some space to breathe.

Tormenting the easily manipulated didn’t end as you thought it would.
Poem of love, life, and the will to stand against it all through any odds.

Two, can sometimes be stronger than one.

So many fear the limelight, afraid to risk today, thinking they’re lose tomorrow. I say, as I have feared so many years, that we all should take the stage and learn to accept the limelight.

If I had more time, I would never be this stressed.

Building is their art and make people live better through proper building shelters are their talent.

Short poem.