Will you come with me? In a world, of my authentic imagination. Take a glance and gaze. You'll see, the fascinating creation. Go with me, you'll be free. If you truly wish to be. Doing my passion and desire in writing poems again. Will you travel with me?

Our nature provide our needs, The food we eat, The air we breathe, The water we irrigate our crops with. What will happen if the world becomes round? People won't speak, only makes sound. Humans will crawl on the ground. Being perish, asking for forgiveness in hell bound.