I am a Rock
Ah! What globe that keeps this glebe
Where is my childhood? Was I, a dweeb?
Thou; Poverty arrow, shot on my stomach,
Maimed heart, be calm, aches, don’t ache
Saved mind and thought from imbroglio
Ye Life! Making me a book, with these folio
I welcome thy treat, here I gratefully greet
O grief! I’ll drink thy hemlock without bleat
Every moment I had, pain or joy, is a sheaf
Thought without bleeding eyes, I don’t belief
What am I? Tied with the time? Nope!
I am a rock, full of hope without a dope
O death! My baby, my cruel guest, I never fear
As I lost my childhood and Bahar; listen dear
I am ready to lose this body without delay
My faith; stiff, a cliff, so the soul except clay
O my glebe of this globe, will you accept me?
Seen my childhood, my box must see, I prithee.
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