, by Noor ul Elmah Hasan Subscribe to rss feed for Noor ul Elmah Hasan

Sometimes, in my heart's shelf,
I find myself, try to feel myself,
Try to resolve, where lost I am, 
In the beauty of the world,
Or in the duties , puzzled .

Ask my mind, why don't I ,
Why can't I, live that free life, 
As the birds in the sky,
with a calm sigh,
With no responsibilities at all .

I was replied by "the holy light", 
This life here is not according to yours,
But later, your day and night,
In the eternal life, you'll be free, at the height,
Where you'll eat well & sleep tight .
Posted: 2015-09-08 18:39:32 UTC

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