Mohammad Ahmad
02-24-2014, 01:40 AM
Sickly I go around fallen in an ambush
Days stir me up likely in a terrible anguish
To those haven’t induced the sense of word
But in major superfluity of dullness they stored
Motional and constant is mere theory.
Poetry isn’t payable thing come illegally.
Poetry is the pious soul as an engraved rock
In so much was desired for welfare look.
Stop bothering, poetry isn’t a slavish raw
It is the bridge between past and now
Who said it is constant is wrong
Nor it does motionless but strong
Heavily desire may escape from the poet
When didn’t know how could he write
It isn’t just emanated randomly words invented
It is spiritual mutation, which can be embedded
So does my soul could be once more sociable
And for that purpose I won't be deniable
Days stir me up likely in a terrible anguish
To those haven’t induced the sense of word
But in major superfluity of dullness they stored
Motional and constant is mere theory.
Poetry isn’t payable thing come illegally.
Poetry is the pious soul as an engraved rock
In so much was desired for welfare look.
Stop bothering, poetry isn’t a slavish raw
It is the bridge between past and now
Who said it is constant is wrong
Nor it does motionless but strong
Heavily desire may escape from the poet
When didn’t know how could he write
It isn’t just emanated randomly words invented
It is spiritual mutation, which can be embedded
So does my soul could be once more sociable
And for that purpose I won't be deniable