The Remedy Of The Weary Spirits Poem by Mustafa Kenj

By Mr.Kenj

The soul is too weary
And so the mind is
Materialisim is the murderer
Ideology and old fashion
Of which passion was killed
The three brothers got all blind
To feel and be aware of
As if Casandra among the mob
A yellow rock or the grey ones
For me are cold and meaningless
But for others are so precious
Looking for the soulmate
And the brothers on island
To work and live happy as ever
Too many there please the mind
The eyes the body but
But a materialstic to be
is contiguous poisnous
by which the emotions
freezes and fades
Makes the spirt suffers
The moansthe shouts
All I need is shining eyes
Like a lake whose deep
As clear as the soul