Selasa, 08 Januari 2013

A Bee in My Bonnet

نحمده ونصلي على رسوله الكريم
   بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
وعلى عبده المسيح الموعود

My First English Poem Which is Born upon A Bee in My Bonnet

I see every pace fall stillborn
Then arise whilst climbing the rigging
Eyes try to clean hands while deeds are horn
Cleaving through the heart which grows clean-living

Before them is a Shining Light
Hailing with the body and mind in the alley of the death
Nay they high-blownly bluff off who is bright
Alas! Deepest condolence for whose nothing is breath

This life without a leader is like a deat beat on the street
As if doing a lump-sum payment full of errors and sins
Sadly, they understand not, so type of black sheet
Losing of sight therewithal wallonging in the tins

O mankind! Hearken ye to the call of the Heaven!
The light from whom you flee is the Messiah of this age
No dice to be neck or nought then play against the unbeaten
I wish you would not try to be as dirty as garbage

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