I wish you an excellent future for ye,
But I saw thine spirit, thy body language
I will fill you the uplifting self,
But thee must feel the truthful soul.
Come, come, and tell me if ye have some impatience,
Come to me, for I am thy hope and thy comfort zone,
But go to yourself, for thyself need you, always,
Forever, but the truthful form has no impatience
Yeah, yeah, they shout, oh sir, they love not what impatience does,
But none of the fetcher, the world’s service, what’s the end? Riddle
They will go on chanting words, I don’t have time, or I never thought so
Words are neither powerless, nor useless, nor less effective.
©️ Ismael Mansoor