Hours are slumberless!

gloomy time why leisurely it is passing?

lots of apprehension and tons of regret

as if I am close to my demise

tiny blooms cannot awaken me

memories will left just to remind

glim and sorrows and the prayers

will complete my passed away tale

angels will have no clues of my returning

who came back? when he went

hours are gloomy and blustery night

no one can halt me from joining paradise.


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