Poem : Praying to the Divine

Or Lord, this world is wonderful but
Why man are purely cash and skilled,

Even that his Goodness also has a hand
The world understands the Lord as the Angel,

So Berg has not gone to the right microscope
And the boat and the bush are still being purchased,

Attend church kebabs and vines
What is the purpose of the mosque if not attended?

Rulings are the right thing to do, but to the rightful
You can make recitation from the Holy book,

No one has seen the angel who is yours
Every aspect of the painting is like a paradise,

The crisis has been a worry for many
Make it now look away at the caves of the moon,

Nature has forgiven me
I am khaki but does not keep dust from dust,

The godly God is neither religious nor religious
Home is neither my heart nor Soul,

I say only what I know to be true
The mosque is not the son of civilization,

Your own secrets are also unpleasant to me
I could never tell the poisonous bulb,

Difficult is the one-right right and right anxiety
Call it a dust storm,

I am also silent in the flames of the fire
I am a believer and not a pulpit,

Observations and reviews
Free arrest and release,

In any case my heart is powerless
What tastes no tastes of sugar,

The Prophet could not remain silent
Does anyone shut his mouth proudly.