A dead soul that comes around

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Slinkily comes on time
As a snake waylaid to its victim
It never has a shadow at daybreak
But at night it makes me a vision
To be as a scarecrow for his figure
A mysterious soul of olden myth
A picture of a narwhal methinks alike
Then my agony would be increased
Since for that way I don't advise
He purged to be as a shelled cocoon
Nevertheless, there are many wrappings
Sat in front of me and on flickering said
I am the dead soul that comes around
And suddenly he opened its wings,
And suggestively far away was escaped

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Poem- 2

Hunting of souls


My time comes again through the woods
There, I went for hunting the souls
Near a bridge, I heard music
It comes soundly as a bell ringing
It imitates to me a bibliography of nature
Between the trees in a winding way
I covered my face not to smell its rotten odor
Fossils of human of millennia years
The bone goes up as a standoffish snake
It woke for a time and alarmed
It is, the big elf, who is the guarder
And there you must be licensed
You can't walk free to the border
I many time have warned
But you should at last rewarded
Since you are a naturalist,
Thus you are welcomed!