conflict

How dreadful this day is,
No man can have thought of ease.
Each person are busy with a fair,
No man takes the flower a care.
Time is ticking as to heart beating,
But one is passing
And then you are aging.
The other is alive by tipping
But once heart is stopping.
Man has no way to escape this strife,
Since everything in this life
Has a reflection in each heart.
She is full of suffering
Yet, in a good way of tolerating.
She is the core of each matter,
Subjects are solved rather by her.
Mind who is hard and restrict,
Things for him have a different instinct.
He works only with law and logic,
No heart is seen in his public.
While he is alone and disparate,
Proudly walking on a thread,
Heart with her own right,
Makes anything looking so bright.
She lets others to love,
Experience the essence of God.
She shatters all sharp shade,
Forces man to see of what he is made.
She shines and two stars spark,
Twinkling toward the first fall.
She still stands for fear of mind,
He who only know how to decline,
The passion, emotion or devotion,
He only can count on matter’s condition.
He prepare himself for death,
Yet, she seek for rebirth.
Then, he became ashamed of the thought,
To him, world has nothing brought.
Hence, she is happy, full of elegance,
To see God’s good presence.