Poem

Be revived, my friend
Not once and no twice your god accosted you
We all know that the nightfall its not as beautiful as it seems
But the water would never lie, it reflecting the charm of the afternoon sun
Your shabby hand become the gloomy sun expectations
Even your little finger screamed "FIGHTING!"
Knock his door
Courtesies his love
Always believe that your kitaab isn't only a swarm of papers
Cause one couplet that we hope
Would snatch his attention