Morning World

Mourning into the morning world

Each day I kill myself a thousand times

Keeping the dard under my skin as hidden as I can

What of this continuous discussion with painted thoughts on this journey

Qalandar, You are making heat an excuse in January!

When July comes Ice will become a problem!

Ancestors of our world have already traversed beyond the spheres

Yet you are still here, walking on two feet, drowning in tears…

It’s from الله

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