Mohammad Ahmad
01-31-2014, 12:52 PM
My hoar hair told me
A hoar hair comes up to my temple.
It stole my dawn before I got tremble
I saw my life being tumble
So I may not go stumble
To fear death as an ominous end
But to many desires I'm gonna intend.
Our life is as if a hurried visitor
Few time, and he asks for a departure
Thou Mayst not blame its mood
However, its sweet days, you'd
Look to the birds when come again
At spring they chant cheerfully for rain
Coloured feathers as if rainbow
And to the rivers go down and flow
Hence, thy soul has a bit of joy.
And nature will playfully say; toy
To enjoy life we must not bore.
Even our hair is black or changing hoar.
A hoar hair comes up to my temple.
It stole my dawn before I got tremble
I saw my life being tumble
So I may not go stumble
To fear death as an ominous end
But to many desires I'm gonna intend.
Our life is as if a hurried visitor
Few time, and he asks for a departure
Thou Mayst not blame its mood
However, its sweet days, you'd
Look to the birds when come again
At spring they chant cheerfully for rain
Coloured feathers as if rainbow
And to the rivers go down and flow
Hence, thy soul has a bit of joy.
And nature will playfully say; toy
To enjoy life we must not bore.
Even our hair is black or changing hoar.