Ibrahim Clouds Poet Verse

To Your Dead Father

Ah! death the deceiver,
"come,lie,relax and 
take a deep slumber",
with sweet lies,
death deceived your father,
from piles of wrapper
 to his ghostly dormitory,
on a bed with earth as coverings.

let this musical notes be carried,
by the white dove bird,
along the hallowed path he ascend,
may be they will give him strength,
to fight his way back to us.

but he looks not back,
his soul is gone to hide,
from death,
from us
 and above the sky.

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