Thoughts ( Pensamientos )
We moan the loss of what was past,
We fail to savour whats passing fast,
The shell we wear away must cast,
Sunshine through clouds streams at last.
Love like a fountain showering clearly,
Tells a tale of secret barely,
Hold me fast and keep me dearly,
And given faith comes back sincerely.
Life is what we call desire,
Free yourself and you'll admire,
First born in a spring attire,
Till with pain it does conspire.
Sow seeds of good deeds securely,
As you sow, shall reap it surely,
Live I must so be it purely,
Let's go all, to faith hold dearly.
© 2019 Asad Dillz Khan