I'm for you ever, br my poem, my detachable self. br I don't hate the sadness, br the sorrow, and tear br of my wet eyes... br I'm made of flesh and blood, br so, all these human sufferings br come to torture my soul. br But, never I thought br to cast a scornful look br at life, as life is br a beautifully fabricated, br designed work by God. br Who am I do show anger br to the Master of this Art? br None, can reshape it, br with imposed grief, br grievance, and glumness! br God can only play br with his shades of emotions. br He generously gave Nature, br all my grudge, br my frowns, and smiles br to put them all br in my creation, in my br poetic art......... br I dedicated me to His br assignment... br I'm for you ever.