We Are Hearts And Hands
Be not annoyed with me,
Those who go asunder
On the winding route
Are in fact alien since beginning.
If it is possible,
Think not of them your own,
And be not melancholic,
O! Friend,
Make not your courage
The dust of their feet.
Be not annoyed with me,
Never lose your valour,
Till breath goes on be optimist,
Leave not the edge of hope,
Tough love is afar yet it is near too.
Rise! Gird up your back,
For I am with you,
We both are hearts,
And hands of each other.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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