Shell the shell

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Shell the shell
Shell the shell and the pierced lay
And choose the intact of pure clay
As a man was made of a firmed dust,
He will be captured at a certain day
And on tomb would someone ask!
Aren't you who choosing this way?
You are now at your perfect place
And none human sees your face
And here to be a guest for a while
Then either hell or paradise
If you believed on God,
you may not be taken
And if not those scorpions eat your fingers
And may be whipped more than once
Unless God forgives and you are excused
Those elements of an ancient time,
There still wait as long as being attendants
But the unfortunate one who dislikes people
And will account on his aggressive notions
And none will be out of judgment
All will come on following rows
Submissively crane their necks
To answer what was written on books

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Should it be dark then?

Should it be no moonshines?
And a pickled parathion moved on
Perhaps those grieved souls die
And a new one born
Perhaps to die I wish
And the stage will be modern
And actors and actresses give up a scene
And walk on streets in a full passion
Vacant always except for devils
Those just look side for weapons
And aggressive-eyed to look
Here our hamlets were bad
Damaged but struck on a pretty mood
Look! That's our area driven on seismicity
Shivering on diversely mood
And die on standing mood to ever live

[Mohammad Ahmad]

The death decision

Heaven
For whom is heaven?
Is it for idle or is it for a clerk?
I don't know how to grasp between things
Or either just to compare
My idea is yet weak
To look on and examine
Which one deserves?
As a bird passed yet not back
And his pleasure is on his beak
He is either to pray or defeat
As a hallo of moon dances
In front of his eyes
To follow yet he don't decide
But follow his fate among jungles
And escapes out his society to be brave
Then on one eye looks down
To examine the sources of his food
He would play all day
But lastly will have no decision