The Lap of Luxury A sweet singing simpleton sounds with a seismic shock that makes gentle breeze zaps zealously a man like Zeus. A fictitious fun from a friend, the folklores and facts enfold the sight to my Beloved eyes. I feel lonely even though He abide closely by my side. I suffer plainly like one that lives on an Arctic ice. The heaviness of my head is due to the conditions in pile. “Nothing goes for nothing”; a slogan or a myth? Even a new born baby is weary from the burdens in life. No wonder they all prefer to make their first sound a cry. My heart sing the song of My Beloved, my pen dances to the melodies from above. All sweet songs are polarized into a bod, now difficult for all to feel a ray from the sun. Instead, they wander around seeking a loaf from their lords. Only few sit still and feel the grace from within, with a lamp that light the lap of luxury in Eden.