Someone take my share

(Someone take my share, albeit a little)

No, no, I'm not so angry with myself
Nor is he resurrected to think
Cowardice, cowardice, suicide is not his way
 Don't turn away from helplessness
Nor is there any sorrow to say sorrow ...
 Nor is there any happiness that I can adopt
 Why does the glory of the day come so quickly?
 Nor does the flock pass away quickly at night.
There is no moisture, no shortage
There is no hope, no thirst
Neither the form of a tactic, nor the form of an image
It cannot be made by itself, nor can it be adorned with an idol
No moon, no dream, no water to keep running
Nor is there any waiting to keep it tied.
No one is waiting to go home in the evening ...
 No goodbye to go, no such thing
Don't be in the cycle of reckoning
That life itself became a book for the sake of an account
 Even the shadow was found alone on a corner of a street today
He was neither sad nor happy
He looked and saw his own face
He remembered I have a calf
I have seen ... This face or that face
Yes, but whatever ...
But this nameless nonsense ...
No rhythm, no boredom, no mood

Nor is there such a thing in my heart as to scare my own shadow
But beyond that not being and being, you are also you
I also stayed in ...
You are alive too
I live too
But not you
You are
No i I am
This existence of loneliness ... every hundred
He asks if you can tell me today
Someone take my share ...
Drink the poison of life for a little while ...!
(Asifa Arif)