Like a prison,

Is a life

Which now where I belong to

Through a complicated journey

Which I do not know on when it will end too

What I know is a truth

Those worldly things are not everything

When it comes to find the tranquility

Since those things not always

In ‘quality’

I shall make my move

Through a path

Through my destiny

In the same time looks for humanity

After men losing their sympathy..

and empathy

Where have been demolished by insanity

By the people who obsessed by lusts and wealth

My Lord will inspire me

Holding me into the real ‘luxury’

Thus define the real me

Together with ‘selected of them’

I  will enjoy my history

ImanUmar,2/24/2014