Poem Poem by Magray Izat

Into the rivers of this earth
where you stand
and attracted to earth; gravity
we all have our routines.

I will believe in, after failing
now can I stop
and, will this keeping happening
into the forests of sins, I am found.

May be I live
how can I do good
floating into the ocean of darkness
how can I become a human?

Nothing keeps happening
until we want it
forced by the man
and we must move towards him.
_MagrayIzat