Poem: The fault is my virtue
Poet: NASIM
I was repeatedly told ‘no’ by Creator—
The loved whole all wants to find happiness,
I told , please save me.
God declares himself incompetent–
Let me be blunt, though, arrange for me the currency notes
She gets upset, and says, you go to Lucifer’s kingdom.
When I am in trouble, I say, give me medicine, the liquid that can be drunk to stay in your meditation.
Only you are available!
Creator says, you are wise !
Accompany the dreamer of nature and the realer of society, his instructions!
I am looking in despair, everyone is happy today, announcing that!
God herself may be waiting for me with sweet feelings.
I have to survive by sucking the natural water of her body, while the society does not approve it,
Socially a taboo should go to sink, the fault is my virtue!
God then said, you are the proposer!
The philosopher will be a man of society, or of nature, cannot understand.
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