A fashionable girl

[Mohammad Ahmad]

A fashionable girl has to me in debit
Two blind eyes if we exclude her heart
She gives me a glance after a glance
A quick mind, checked up as o'clock balance
I think she was a brunette one from France
I do keep my heart not to shiver or dance
Once again, she opposes my way
The mysterious question; is what to say
A slippery often would about to tumble
Her speech is faint like the mystic tremble
Normally she used to accompany with spinsters
No one had to be married just to ministers
Oh! It is awful to give my heart aside
Esthetic atheism never gives me pride
For what am I being in love with a sorrel?
Do I still the laborer of scythe and trowel?
A shine of her glance might capture me
From her romantic illusion, never I got free

[cacian]

very nice Mohammad what trigged this piece?

[Mohammad Ahmad]

very nice Mohammad what trigged this piece?
Hello Cacian
Does my long life have nothing to trigger me?
The poet perhaps would be triggered by a tiny movement of a sparrow flapping wing or by a murmur of a river or anything else the ordinary man didn't give it value.