Haradhan Loses Everything
From the day I destroyed my own invisible world-
Surrounding me all around
By trampling all the streets and avenues of deviations
I sacrificed the meditation of the intense silence of thousand century
And I wanted to build a very damn Burja-al-king-
It went by-
Like the students go one by one
Making the classroom empty
After the School closing bell rings,
The radiance of the most beautiful eyes
The unshakable redness of the wonderful sun of early morning
Exquisite palm tree with long hair as advanced guard!
And a few more days later-
Opening the latch escaped from the house
The glorious majesty of my exalted Minaret.
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