whatever my shortcomings
my failures my fault i ate
your salt ..followed all your
commandments thou shalt
when bad times came i held
on to your faith i did not grumble
rebel or revolt ..you were the
light that led me through
pitfalls ..darkness surrounds
me even now my soul a
wailing wall..i beg on the streets
the birth of man his downfall
“Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”
― Rumi
