After the night falls on…………
Through the nerves flows the stream of words
The ink of my thoughts touches the diary
Where the day begins with a dear words.
By the blessings of my king,
The day starts with a dear word.
And ends by a good night,
Between this lies the matter.
Together works my soul and mind,
Bringing the pain and pleasure inside a column.
Like a thief, I spent the night
Hiding myself to protect my thoughts.
Each words of mine speaks up
Saying “life is a tragedy”
Man is an organ of life
And god alone is life.
Releasing myself from this hatred world
Gives me the freedom to write
Through the book of my thoughts
Let the future knows about me.
I pray to my king for power and strength
Thou to achieve my goal
My prayers to the people of my land
For happy and prosperous life.
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