Aftab Alam - Fain Servant

I can't conjure, for I am a fool
I enjoy with their milk and wool
I can't do promises, it's so heavy
My sheep, if uncared go on wavy,

At my leisure, for pleasure as a fain
Servant, when you call, I'll be again,
In front of you, without the fuzz,
I am a honey bee -I will surely buzz,

Dry desert and the sand dune,
Contour made by the air tune,
Like a map of hidden treasure,
Let me read, at my pleasure,

I am a shepherd; I am a guide that led,
In a right direction whereas oft I bled,

Aftab Alam

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