HERE YOU ARE '
. _A Duet.
(with Ahmed's Pen) .
Many are dead,
With the jag of mystery
And the gong of dirge blaring
The weariness of lost soul
But here you are; in deep delved impurity
Clustered around insincerity
Moving into more darkness
So dime with no light richness
Dwelling in self reproach
Here you are, placing your fate in weariness
Into a seemingly feeling of despair
Many had fallen,
To the seamless tide of forlorn
Deep in the spring of eerie feeling
But here you are; growing in merry
Oppressing the weak
And impending weariness
That lay siege on the poor
Here you are,
Making you feel like the infinite–
But engulfed by evil of no tolerance
That segregated the clan that brought
Beauty of peace you turned it down_
With no regrets to change.
Many are weak,
Seeming to be wreck.
With a petrifying thought to the soul
But thread in mournful breeze–
And your ill gotten wealth,
Bringing forth wild warmth
Making them curse the life,
With no heart to crave for new dawn.
The hope that’s about to fade –
Here you are, you killed all their zeal
And your petrifying wings of foe,
Whispering fear and grief.
Here you are -
Let your presence sprout in love
To all races_
And beam of peace to all places.
Worship, for it set the pace
To the path of the light.
Here you are_
Wallow in righteousness,
For it guide through the life -
To wipe up of evils you brought forth,
That could be recalled for centuries
Here you are; trail ply on the path of moral virtue.
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