[Eng] Don't stop believing

A platform or a stage or simply a spot,
It gives powers that bestowed upon,
Speakers, performers & exhibits plots,
The ability to tackles mind & heart,
Of those who hear, see & feels.

Results from such give wonders,
Either creating new or similar flows,
Innovative or creative prospects,
Of which the audience then show,
Either will reduced, similar or even grow.

Crowds may conjured or dispersed,
Depending on the trade that being placed,
They come as an empty vessel,
Once return either zero, half or full,
Depending on feelings that works their mind,

In reality, things always boggles me,
There is no such thing as a zero vessels,
Never will a working mind kept nothing within,
A new prospective of an interpretation,
If non were felt, should one be called a free man?

Plant a seedlings it will grow a tree,
Plant an idea just wait and see,
It's easy to cut & shout "timber",
But only the thing to stop an idea,
By dictating the mind of an idiot.

Might be blast away with gust,
Pouring dust onto their pots,
Tackles a broken man to look strong,
Till the very time come at once,
The day just will do you crushed.

They say when there is a man who thinks,
Then there were civilization exists,
Once there were revelations bestowed,
Which we were brought to the holy light,
To show truth and bring us to 'Haqq'.

All it takes is as simple as such,
From a platform or a stage or simply a spot,
To preach desire of being prosperous,
Not in term of a mere common human,
But from Allah Azzawajalla Al-Hadi.


Note: Part of this poem was written on Friday 12, 12.43am and the rest were completed at 2.59pm