The Immortal

Wrong or right, I move on

Black or white, I survive,

Through dense or through light

Through meagre, I stand my plight,

I nestle in you, the toughest masculine

I bear the brunt of the sprightly feminine;

I wail in hunger, in the little cuddly Bod,

I giggle in fun, the tickling fingers nod; 

I fall in love with the handsome and the pretty

I wither the wind, of the snob and the witty, 

I burst in wrath, for all wrongful deeds

I wobble my way, clearing all wild weeds, 

I cry in pleasure, while making love

Satisfied galore, I release a huff, 

I scream to pain of fire burns

I look from above, the drowning urns, 

Wrong or right,  I move on

I survive all fire and deadly explosion 

Unscathed, I move in rains and fall

Closed doors or invincible portal

I stand tall, I am Immortal.