I know I won’t succeed, But I can say with confidence I will fail. I do not know the news of heaven or hell, Will have to wait to know. Truly I do startle, How do I meet the truth after death? I can’t sit still with my eyes closed, Matter of fact I am frightened and realistic. There is no security despite knowing who is who, So better be alone than being in the wrong crowd!
You can never express joy with a broad smile, The longing of the wounded heart is very painful, Lover never curse the loved one but longs for love, Over time twister and the cheater are cursed. Therefore don’t be hopeless or heartbroken, The wound of the heart will be healed by pure love.
One day I stood on the bank of the Thames for a while, to write a poem with emotion. Ya Allah, it was so cold! I forgot about the poetry and got busy with the tea. Fortunately my wife was with me. I whispered in her ear, I am having goose-flesh, we need to run or will be frozen by wintery breeze and I will be gobsmacked if I look at any rich man’s wife or a beautiful young woman.