My Poetry
I know from my experience
That the way people
Do not knock on doors
They also ignore their voices
Things do not stop listening
Like that, rather they
We were sitting in
The corner of forgiveness
Are passionate about every true call
If we expect anything from them
That whenever they call them
Call on the right name at the right time
Feared by an invisible hand
Roasting cock during the night
When the dew calls out to the earth
The next day the broth and the taste
Sun appears like an explosion
When sadness overwhelmed with sadness
When it becomes alive
Death knell, then a blazing call
Is possible only that moment
When the purpose of living
Due to the cause of death
Though I know
That to prove your point
Nothing at the moment I have
But shines in the water
Of my conscience, a small faith
That the things we say
And for whose bitter touch
The person dies again and again
And what we call
In the name of God, repeatedly
Actually there is a great set of these
Poems that are written for the sum
Love is done for the sake of love
And who are given life to get.
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