Your Attendance Poem by Mohammed Ata

Lovely life was back when you came back.

After depression, faces rarely smile.

Even the pale faces of grief

It's become bless, and be chant.

When the night behold you in our land

Its stars are descended to salutation.

Your breath is marvelous perfume

And the fragrances of lavender are infatuated,

Roses steal its color from your cheeks

A charming flower

In its odorous

The brewed perfume

When you croon, the strings are boredom the lute

It's became, dumb and inanimate.

Your words are sung with convection

And never stops at all.

The bough jealous from your bough pleasant mystery

I wonder how an angel

Wander in a garden

Who bewitch any being

Now, you preferred the communion instead of farness.

The communion is a treatment to my disease.

To end my yearning

I entreat to get your gratification.