Countless of battles he has won,
with his companions that were the birds, the wind and the Jinn.
Under the heat of the amazing sun,
he wiped out the all that was bad, all that was a sin.
Victory gave him a kingdom so fine,
A throne so gold, so high.
But he was never proud,
Although to him, everyone bowed.
With his command, he could run a mighty distance with the help of the wind,
such power was given only to him.
What an amazing man from among the mankind,
as a blessing and gift to him were horses with wings assigned.
With riches, he was also gifted;
with kindness and wisdom that at that time, never existed.
But like all good men, death approached him,
It took his soul like a fish who had come out from the lilies for a swim.
No one knew when he died,
not even the Jinn could testify.
Of course, no one can see the unseen,
It's only the Almighty who knows what's in between.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
