'The Glossy Morning Breeze' Poem by M. R. Malik

The murk overlaps
The dawn; around
Eye-opener thereupon.
Therefore, the glossy morning
The breeze passes by; blowing steadily and murmuring my ears.
Hides a message inside his mouth
Aglow.

With my deep and glassy slumber
A soulless body trembles
Instantaneously that would me
Scream and say: 'O-morning breeze,
'O-morning breeze, if you happen to
Pass through in-depth of my
Grubby heart; shake the
Impure blood out of the veins.

The morning breeze calls, ' listen
To this, do as I tell you; make hay while the sun shines.'But it's light no more, loathes my yard. Darkness steals my bleeding-soul why?

'0 looks at the tempest in my dry eyes, my ears as an unbroken wall,
My teeth as fangs and toes as paws!
The body was a shoddy scare-crow.

Have a mercy 'o lord! Truth
Drops, from disguise to guise,
Soul to the body, man to animal,
Savage to civilization, humanity
To in humility and angel to the devil.

Now, bestow wings to my arms;
Foster and unwind.Thy praise and twisted smile. But gloom still absurd.Only if the blood to be resurrected that confess me a very simple life.