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 ”
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.