He must walk that way, even without his shoes
His backpack on his shoulder, without any food
Must try to know life, so he had to walk
With all the hills on the way, he couldn’t talk
Madly, crazy and sleepy, leaving life, for so many reasons
Singing songs, he has to warm up, in the cold season.
Nothing left, nothing to lose, he will be there soon.
Just have patience you will see me at night beside the moon.
He hoped to be free.
It was so cold, couldn't warm up with the chill,
He was tired and left all he had including his backpack on the road
Slowly his voice went off with words tasting sore.
Losing his legs, the pain was so much
He knew he was going to be out of touch
He was scared, might not see the moon
He lost his breath, sadly left so fast, so soon
He left the road,
He had a gift from nature flying with wings
He was going up so smoothly so romantic
So calm with one blink, he flew away with no panic.
Gone so high, reached the sky, the place he wished to be
The place where he can touch the stars and moon,
A place where he is free.
Now, he is happy every minute, day and night
Nothing there to make him worry, there is no fight.
He has transitioned to another life
Writing every day
He says,
You are from earth, from dust
Nature is your host till you rust.
That’s your destiny
This is the law,
That's how you must.
B. Ghashghaee
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