Mohammad Ahmad
11-30-2015, 01:13 PM
Shall I leave not saying good by
Then in my faith sluggishly I will fly
O, the asker tell me where to go
I am in my torture shall die!
Here my voice becomes faint and tired
As much I cry from my Home I were fired
Simply that's me nor you
Near my grave you will be inspired
As much as my grave is deep,
Beside a meadow of a certain heap
You shall be not there for a moment
You may wait until my grapes have to reap
Don’t say that life is not for most
We are just guests will change dust
Be free as far as the freedom where
Console thy figure as a thing was lost
Then in my faith sluggishly I will fly
O, the asker tell me where to go
I am in my torture shall die!
Here my voice becomes faint and tired
As much I cry from my Home I were fired
Simply that's me nor you
Near my grave you will be inspired
As much as my grave is deep,
Beside a meadow of a certain heap
You shall be not there for a moment
You may wait until my grapes have to reap
Don’t say that life is not for most
We are just guests will change dust
Be free as far as the freedom where
Console thy figure as a thing was lost