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The New Month
Rumi Verse: "When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute, NEVER GIVE UP! Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!"
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Last month, a lot inured downhill
with the harbinger of a fresh one,
no denying how furtive time is
yet, it gambols at a peculiar pace
were you hoping to learn of kismet?
Is that a glum expression?
supple in the shape of teardrops,
dreadful are the sobs of my soul.
Nothing should be identical
this is a fugacious future
another month has started
since this world endures spinning
proceed in earnest
akin to moons and suns
assured by the sight of tides
evocative of opulent ideals,
still, I will acquire backup.
Update often, with no delay,
and refine to improve
a depiction of one's existence,
a month elapsed with its anguish,
anger and suffering from all sides,
when will sorrow vanish?
I shed vanity of that era,
conquering adversity, I stand tall,
a vast, whirling ivory sea—that's me
swelling and edema hit me in waves,
jubilation, and seasonal bounty
plethora of blessings,
tranquility, support, and freedom
healing, atonement,
rise above, deepen your affection
a successful, reasonable life.
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