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 witness every footpace fall as stillborns
Then rise up whilst climbing a shaky rigging
Eyes try to purify the hands while its deeds are locked horns
Cleaving through the heartiest bosoms that were clean-living

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

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