Do you know
You do not even remember it at all
The first moment ..... where tomorrow the creater
Mold my clay
Strange was the rough soil ... no reflection was bright
No fearture was clear
But what happened then?
Then creater ...carve for your heart ...
Then he gave beats to your heart clay
Those beats were witness to... start of the journey
Journey? ... what kind of journey was that ......?
Clay of thirst ,Wearing the mask of prayers , climbing from this street to that
Holding the palms of wind burning the clouds
My Creator your image is incomplete .... my part of meditation
is necessary.
I know ... you heard all this story there
But
Love carve you . ....before me
I heared that artist gave you the mirror and then asked you .... that any difference there ?
There is a difference ... ??
Your lips moved ....... you Just said "Ahad"
He smiled. Shuffle the dirty soil
And on the other side of your heart he grown it like a seed
That was the moment of my creation.
Then you tell me this story
Without whom my character is alone in this story
are you complete without me.
Or ... like me .......... "incomplete".......
YOU ARE READING
lost
PoetryTwo shadows Were my home That was my comfort zone One before me One behind me Two walls Big and tall I was following those steps In between the path I lost one Where it gone now Two shadows One was before me Another was of my own How wil...
