Heaven Or Hell
Whisht! They are sleeping
Have no fear, have no scull
In a juggling sea ,rowing
Like her hairs, life is also curl
Oh hermit! Took them to their shrine
No not to mosque, lead them to vault
Where might an idol give them some wine
Never hesitate, its virtue not fault
They are not sinner, they are forlorn
Be happy you love to an unseen God
See Him and lost ,then you are lovelorn
Like, who worshiped to their beautiful lord
They do love to their beloved to win hell
You do love to God to win a heaven
And living to listen the ringing of paradise’s bell
But they can kill themselves on her smell
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