at the back of my fearings of
that day when it's so crowded
what have I prepared for it?
I can run when the act is done
you're rotten when you're denied
and you won't forget that i'm the one
who believed all what you said
who decided when you will die
feel and touch the midday sun
careless about the end
because the light won't come here again
your boiling blood in your veins
you were born in monstrous form
in the wall cracks you will find your face is carved
in a crocked way and that's what you deserve
Allah is above and under my bed I will find your rotten black rose
she kissed it then they will send it to
the eastern world and they will consider as a gift
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is wonderfull mohamed. keep it up :)