I shall laugh in glory of everybody
I shall cry in the sorrow of everybody,
I shall distribute my food to the hungry.
All flowers of my garden are bloomed for all
The lamp of mine will lighten every house of all,
I shall punk my pipe and the music will run without goal.
My house, house of all will stay in same location of my soul,
As if it will be created an open heart by me to pleasure for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a compassionate approach but it should be followed throughout the life and not for a period of Life. Liked your beautiful heart.
Yes.You are all right.Thank you for reading my poem.Let's we research our life based Islam.