Mohammad Ahmad
02-21-2014, 07:03 AM
A woman of a self-esteem but alas
She deceived me before several months
Alas, her name I can't reveal
Once my name was her private spell
Once I did friendship with her
Once my name was her checkbook
Once my name is written over her bosom
The first name in her close fellows
In any log my name appeared
Sends me letters and asks
No question to her, I refused
Always I am ready to her response
Her requests should be answered at once.
Day and night, I translate for her
Until dawn, I sat ignoring the sleep
Wintery nights and I was cold
Everyday she had order to be done
Never I got nervous or out of temper
A sincere always to her I am
A friend to her always I am
A brother to her always I am
Each breath of her I reckoned mine
Each smile of her I reckoned mine
At each saddened occasion of her,
I am ready to console
I used to be ready because,
The betrayal isn’t mine
Because I used to go faithful
Clear and haven’t feature of cheat
Even I used to not to be sorrowful
Even I used to be all time charitable
Even I used to not blaming others at all
But we are flesh and blood
We are human indeed
And sometimes we cannot forget
Sometimes we feel sorrowful and sad
To help the unthankful people,
Then we should unaware regret
It maybe we turn furious and got outrage
To help someone is denier to our virtue
Lastly, would reveal his cunning behaviour
Lastly to revel on us without shame
Indeed, it is an oneself nature
And we can't change the nature
Purity sometimes is impossible
Due to that couldn't be faithful
*** *** *****
Even some of her privacy I know
But alas when I was out of her need
She proved ignorable to my name
She attended deniable to my favour
So unrepentant I chose to leave her
Let her know, I'm not slave to her
Let her know, I can manage without her
I can stand on my feet everywhere
That's my name is MMA forever.
And never shall I think sorrowful
Never have I cared to those unthankful
And mayst I go without attention
And mayst I choose a new direction
Not to stay satisfying on humiliation
Let the jealous one eating himself
Let him bitterly die on his wrath
Poor and free is better than living compelled.
She deceived me before several months
Alas, her name I can't reveal
Once my name was her private spell
Once I did friendship with her
Once my name was her checkbook
Once my name is written over her bosom
The first name in her close fellows
In any log my name appeared
Sends me letters and asks
No question to her, I refused
Always I am ready to her response
Her requests should be answered at once.
Day and night, I translate for her
Until dawn, I sat ignoring the sleep
Wintery nights and I was cold
Everyday she had order to be done
Never I got nervous or out of temper
A sincere always to her I am
A friend to her always I am
A brother to her always I am
Each breath of her I reckoned mine
Each smile of her I reckoned mine
At each saddened occasion of her,
I am ready to console
I used to be ready because,
The betrayal isn’t mine
Because I used to go faithful
Clear and haven’t feature of cheat
Even I used to not to be sorrowful
Even I used to be all time charitable
Even I used to not blaming others at all
But we are flesh and blood
We are human indeed
And sometimes we cannot forget
Sometimes we feel sorrowful and sad
To help the unthankful people,
Then we should unaware regret
It maybe we turn furious and got outrage
To help someone is denier to our virtue
Lastly, would reveal his cunning behaviour
Lastly to revel on us without shame
Indeed, it is an oneself nature
And we can't change the nature
Purity sometimes is impossible
Due to that couldn't be faithful
*** *** *****
Even some of her privacy I know
But alas when I was out of her need
She proved ignorable to my name
She attended deniable to my favour
So unrepentant I chose to leave her
Let her know, I'm not slave to her
Let her know, I can manage without her
I can stand on my feet everywhere
That's my name is MMA forever.
And never shall I think sorrowful
Never have I cared to those unthankful
And mayst I go without attention
And mayst I choose a new direction
Not to stay satisfying on humiliation
Let the jealous one eating himself
Let him bitterly die on his wrath
Poor and free is better than living compelled.