to the extend of how much i suffer

i choose not to talk about thorns

instead roses .

i am drunk by the melody of my soul

which reaches your heart

every time in the morning prayer

and that’s what good hearts do

great each other in their prayers!

i am drunk by my illness

into fearing death every second

but more i suffer from the never spoken words!

” isn’t silence more painful than death ”

said someone.

i no longer repeat lines of pain

i merely keep them in memory.

i am drunk as an Ashik


a lover and a singer

meet me in your prayers.


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