A World Without Vincent

A WORLD WITHOUT VINCENT Vincent is the beauty of the day With a sparkling body that shine And make the earth smile beautifully. He stands in the midst of the earth In greatings to all it habitats in perfection Vincent is the light of the world Whose brightness surpass the day. He stands above the sun with his Glamouring teeth to revolved the world round the sun which cause day and night He is the stars and the moon That clear the darkness and Separate the night and day as an enemy Vincent is the conquerer, the hope and the Miracle whose words rekindled the death Vincent is the air that never crack in noon Technology that rule the world to naturalism Creator of immortal man that Exist to nurish The world with their undiluted breast milk Under the unfriendly atmospheric weather. Vincent is the fire and the treasure Which lies in the undying belly of the phonix. Vincent is human with an immortal heart Sent to love, hate, protect and secure The inbalance nature yet to balance. Vincent is a movie, the art, the music The rhythm of lonely women's heart. Vincent is a poet Whose pen bleed To create a change to the world Whose pen' blood hurt so many. Vincent is love, the night of the night Darking the world to make human rest In him lies hope for the voiceless He stitches the boundary between the have And the have not in the lonely society. Vincent is the uncorruptable government Singing unpreached righteousness to man While men sleep, he covers their hearts in The closet of his fortuned wide palms of love. He sees apple of hope in Every creature. Vincent is the sweet death in men's shoe Devouring them happily every morning Then covert the dead into foetus in wombs Dust to foetus, man imperishable and immortal A world without vincent exist in a dream.