Mohammad Ahmad
05-06-2014, 12:46 PM
Everywhere
Your vision meets me everywhere
As a dawn breaks over my mansion
As a thicket walled with a shapeless wall
Once it comes as a multiple choice
Once it tickles my joints up to my arms
As I am feverish in amidst of winter
Yet I have tow letters to tell you
One is yours and other is mine.
And the clue of all these is time.
Your vision comes up as a joyful music
Everywhere I listened as if deaf
But the murmur of leaves makes me awake
Suddenly it hesitated as if thick foams.
But I know, yet I know it is just dream
Whence my destiny runs out of my passion
Once I cannot meet your eyes
Once you grow up large and educated
Yet I am just a hobbyist reader
Has been lost amidst of old papers
For what shall I read?
To which extent can I read?
Just a worthless human skippering at doors
O, the grief, let me shut up and never speak!
Since the flood never comes to my area
Am I dreamy? Or
Am I a pensionable man?
No, I worked and still I work
My dream is to see blazing stars
Yet forgotten and diminished in our desert
As a stopless end of an old o'clock
There the orchard of my life where you stop
There the moment of joy shall envelope
To be a wedding party for last years
Don’t disturb me again please
Your name is the bell jar of my time
"Nevertheless of all these"
Your vision meets me everywhere
Your vision meets me everywhere
As a dawn breaks over my mansion
As a thicket walled with a shapeless wall
Once it comes as a multiple choice
Once it tickles my joints up to my arms
As I am feverish in amidst of winter
Yet I have tow letters to tell you
One is yours and other is mine.
And the clue of all these is time.
Your vision comes up as a joyful music
Everywhere I listened as if deaf
But the murmur of leaves makes me awake
Suddenly it hesitated as if thick foams.
But I know, yet I know it is just dream
Whence my destiny runs out of my passion
Once I cannot meet your eyes
Once you grow up large and educated
Yet I am just a hobbyist reader
Has been lost amidst of old papers
For what shall I read?
To which extent can I read?
Just a worthless human skippering at doors
O, the grief, let me shut up and never speak!
Since the flood never comes to my area
Am I dreamy? Or
Am I a pensionable man?
No, I worked and still I work
My dream is to see blazing stars
Yet forgotten and diminished in our desert
As a stopless end of an old o'clock
There the orchard of my life where you stop
There the moment of joy shall envelope
To be a wedding party for last years
Don’t disturb me again please
Your name is the bell jar of my time
"Nevertheless of all these"
Your vision meets me everywhere