Poem
THIS IS THE EXTENDED VERSION
WILL YOU TELL HIM WHEN YOU MEET HIM(extended)
will you tell him,
if you meet,
when he replays a film,
a film with facts very discreet,
when your mortality seeks the end of its course,
when a lovely body turns into faded corpse,
unlike seawaters which everyday fluctuate sea shores,
life has defined bounds and israel has no remorse,
will you tell him,
will you tell him,
the day he threw me down into a ward,
the day he named me on a life card,
the day he blew a soul in me,
i found no life, just a fear of death in me,
tell him its not a complain, just a mere plea,
tell him that i fear his wrath and respect his decree,
ask him how fearful i am of hell fire,
but i hate his fear theory if im not a liar,
will you ask him,
will you ask him,
that why he made steadfastness after desire,
why for his own creation he would be a destroyer,
why a self-subsistent soul is an angel employeer,
why is there hunger if he promises a bulky reservoir,