THE BURNING WOOD, FALLING SUN.
I STEP NEAR AND I FEEL THE WARMTH.
WIND BLOWS, LEAVES FLY OVER, WHICH THE TREES SHUN,
IT MAKES A WHIRL AND ADDS THE FLAME.
MAKING THE WOOD LOOK LIKE A BURNT ABATURE,
I WANDER AROUND, LEARNING, OBSERVING,
TOUCHING AND FEELING, MY BELOVED MOTHER NATURE.
I SEE, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO KNOW,
THE SECRET OF UNDERSTANDING THEIR SOUL,
KNOWLEDGE SO VAST, IN HUMILITY I BOW.
NOW IT IS I FEEL I KNOW, WHAT IS MY GOAL,
IT IS, LUCKILY TO BE WELL INFORMED,
OF THE DARK KNOWLEDGE, WONDERFUL AND GREAT.
TO CONTROL THE BEAST, THAT WHICH IN MY HEAD IS ADORNED,
TO TRAIN IT WELL, TO WIN IT AND TO CHANGE MY FATE....
FAIZAN BAKSH
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