Mohammad Ahmad
02-16-2016, 06:11 AM
May you a man and I call you?
A figure of frog but a leg of human
Just at forests hearing its croaking
wherever you go you are humiliated
as a diesel engine cracking at a midnight
what to say that you're a human
a hand of scythe broken at harvest-time
at my sorrow live even though you crying
I extended my hand to consume thy sins
I never got miserable while moon laughing
But to a figure like you I never give answer
As those pigeons I fed them then away fleeing
More often I frankly suggest you a human
As an inanimate but having winking eyelash
You should nap at your desert for a long time
Perhaps a flood comes then your rose opens
I dream you a sea but just a wavering mirage
Since more was touching in love but lies
My oak is still column never will be dried
Thus my tears ocean and often I am proud
A figure of frog but a leg of human
Just at forests hearing its croaking
wherever you go you are humiliated
as a diesel engine cracking at a midnight
what to say that you're a human
a hand of scythe broken at harvest-time
at my sorrow live even though you crying
I extended my hand to consume thy sins
I never got miserable while moon laughing
But to a figure like you I never give answer
As those pigeons I fed them then away fleeing
More often I frankly suggest you a human
As an inanimate but having winking eyelash
You should nap at your desert for a long time
Perhaps a flood comes then your rose opens
I dream you a sea but just a wavering mirage
Since more was touching in love but lies
My oak is still column never will be dried
Thus my tears ocean and often I am proud