| Here goes my hallucination�! |
| Come on my dear
No jeer and no leer Let us adore each other before nothing is there holding you and me very near Before this dream ends and My vision is called illusion Or is rendered an art of hallucination Let�s go for some reflection. A mirror does not always tell the truth We see what we want to see Happy and grim faces all look alike They will soon turn pale and lifeless Just give them a cold indifferent look No care, no satire and no spite Works miraculously quick As your indifference does Admit it or not; It is also included in the plan of life. A lover who chooses to give away His life for Love Considers nothing above He is too generous but What should I do with my animal self? Still resilient and uncouth Unable to cognize love How can I teach it to be tender? How can I be so kind to others? When I am not kind to you, oh my love! A dove cannot rise above the eagle How treacherous she may be Serious or sober she may look in her grey dress The eagle overpowers always Shadows and darkens the sweet will With its chilling determination Whether it is about life or death? How can I overcome my scepticism? There is a long chain of arguments lingering on and on. And I am told that I am not even in the competition? |
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| Muntadar al-Zaidi (The Shoe Thrower) |