Scary path to Om Bha Ye in Trashi yangtse. 

To be one.

Upon your name, people quiver

We have not seen you

Yet we still believe.

You tell us to behave in so many papers

 You tell us about life through other beings

But why are people still causing havoc, in your name.

We were born as one

But the world divided us in colours

Are we still not your children?

Children, we say but worse than the devil himself.

Awakening the demon inside.

Even Lucifer would seem small

For he had just pride

We, with all the sins any man could ever commit.

Come before us again

To create a new world without misery.

Surrender, we shall not

For we still have faith

Faith is what binds us together.

Faith will lead us to you.

Children, we bear shall not corrupt

With faith they will grow

To create a world with peace.

A dreamer, you may say I am

But I am not the only one

With hope that someday you’ll join us

And the world will be one.

This poem which i wrote is about man getting corrupted through time. About human beings causing misery and problems to each other while a ray of hope still exists for those with faith. Faith in the almighty, so that one can truly attain peace through this and work together in creating a better place to live in.