Mohammad Ahmad
01-11-2014, 10:48 AM
To every departing train I wave my hand
With each siren of going away ship I stand.
It maybe fallaciously we had it shadowless
Even we still seek into its depth tireless
Changeable life never it has safe days
However, somehow it is typically shadowed
Yet it has an isthmus never will be narrowed
As a child who for a first time sees the moon
No more and he will cry in his faintness tone.
Look! My page still graphed by your pain
My austere shape into your shivery cup lain.
A Damascene cup is glimmering as your cheek
It gives me its reflecting sunrays, yet I shake
Every tiny particle of sand you trod orderly I kiss
Every appointment with you, yet I don’t miss
But what's to the margin of your moon eyed!
Is it still looks charming as our attractive bride?
Hence, I may go and the moon may wait.
My obligation to depart is so far late
Give me your sun even if it is a burning sun
Either to be burned or to be a mysterious fun
Since Adam was a pup, there is graveyard
And there is humanity torture ridiculously hard
There is no shame if we sell our love in safety
And there is no sorrow and any sort of indignity
Come and see my opened grave covered with hailstones
Inasmuch rain comes down it has a sappy zone
With each siren of going away ship I stand.
It maybe fallaciously we had it shadowless
Even we still seek into its depth tireless
Changeable life never it has safe days
However, somehow it is typically shadowed
Yet it has an isthmus never will be narrowed
As a child who for a first time sees the moon
No more and he will cry in his faintness tone.
Look! My page still graphed by your pain
My austere shape into your shivery cup lain.
A Damascene cup is glimmering as your cheek
It gives me its reflecting sunrays, yet I shake
Every tiny particle of sand you trod orderly I kiss
Every appointment with you, yet I don’t miss
But what's to the margin of your moon eyed!
Is it still looks charming as our attractive bride?
Hence, I may go and the moon may wait.
My obligation to depart is so far late
Give me your sun even if it is a burning sun
Either to be burned or to be a mysterious fun
Since Adam was a pup, there is graveyard
And there is humanity torture ridiculously hard
There is no shame if we sell our love in safety
And there is no sorrow and any sort of indignity
Come and see my opened grave covered with hailstones
Inasmuch rain comes down it has a sappy zone