Away With No Delay Poem by Muhammad Shakour Algnash

My thoughts, desires, and my self always fight
Your beauty and chaste is what I see through your face
Wise men sometimes are mad when they doubt
Bearing my pride and all what now I chase
Conscious all we have but some don’t merit
Candour in our universe is running ghost
Day-by-day and yesterday we inherit
But what my dear I know her speech most
Love you or not is all what needs an answer
Unworthy words I deeply don’t want to hear
Love, life and my precious things rare to master
All who you listen why I find it so weir
Sincere men usually rehearsal and act in play
You bore with hymn and perish with sad pray