I Am A Rock

Ah! What globe that keeps this glebe Where is my childhood? Was I, a dweeb? Thou; Poverty arrow, shot on my stomach, Maimed heart, be calm, aches, don’t ache Saved mind and thought from imbroglio Ye Life! Making me a book, with these folio I welcome thy treat, here I gratefully greet O grief! I’ll drink thy hemlock without bleat Every moment I had, pain or joy, is a sheaf Thought without bleeding eyes, I don’t belief What am I? Tied with the time? Nope! I am a rock, full of hope without a dope O death! My baby, my cruel guest, I never fear As I lost my childhood and Bahar; listen dear I am ready to lose this body without delay My faith; stiff, a cliff, so the soul except clay O my glebe of this globe, will you accept me? Seen my childhood, my box must see, I prithee.