Fear rise, their weak aspire,

To touch the heaven, flames of fire,

Skills weep, where fears roam,

Every ones artistry find coma as its home.

In vast fear where menace play,

And skills worry to appear on day,

Their own heart beat softly thrums,

In rhythm with the fearing drums.

Some lived in the history

Had been threaten by the worry

And the others, who made the history

Live, had threaten the entire story.

These four alphabets

Are the main threats

Of my future.

As its quite nature.

So, let us cherish, and let us care,

For future’s beauty, beyond compare,

For in our own embrace, we find our worth,

A sacred bond with the living birth.