Mohammad Ahmad
04-20-2014, 01:42 AM
My lost forever pen
Methinks its ink is borrowed
For a long time has misfortune
Sweet enough then died
Between a heap of papers
Tourist, to all worlds
Heaven under its foot
Invades deserts and seashores
Too many snails it tickled
Thrown away with wind,
No region it has to settle down
Perhaps either a look of wit
Will calm its feet
It dropped ink as a rain
Alas suddenly it has retired
Another one should be retried
Once our day is cloudy
Once again, a burning sun
Again still I walk
On the marshland
Their no human voice
Their my barefoot repeats a drum sound
Stepping lonely on the ground
Over my weak body I stand up
As a pine tree of a thick branches
To rest on my drowsy tired cheek
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visit my page in Google\ blogger.com
http://mohammad-alrobaey-blogpost.blogspot.com/
Methinks its ink is borrowed
For a long time has misfortune
Sweet enough then died
Between a heap of papers
Tourist, to all worlds
Heaven under its foot
Invades deserts and seashores
Too many snails it tickled
Thrown away with wind,
No region it has to settle down
Perhaps either a look of wit
Will calm its feet
It dropped ink as a rain
Alas suddenly it has retired
Another one should be retried
Once our day is cloudy
Once again, a burning sun
Again still I walk
On the marshland
Their no human voice
Their my barefoot repeats a drum sound
Stepping lonely on the ground
Over my weak body I stand up
As a pine tree of a thick branches
To rest on my drowsy tired cheek
******** **********
visit my page in Google\ blogger.com
http://mohammad-alrobaey-blogpost.blogspot.com/