He has traveled the world,
near and far,
Carring moon-beams in a
jar.
He wishes peace to every
clan,
Loves his neighbors, and
fellow man.
A civilized life, coming
into play,
Co-existance every day.
He paints the world, as
an artist can,
With magic strokes of his
hand.
He has something for every
ill,
A sick society needs a pill.
tanks dear friend..you are really making me big man while I am not ..I am just a peace dreamer and try to sensitize the masses to care for humanity..its all your greatness that you consider me a big ma..really thanks for your love and friendly concerns..and respect your words and your poems that you did for me in my life's asset and will be with me my last breath..thanks and pray for your sound health and long happy life