Listen The Patents of Thy Guide-Predictions 650 Years Before

~kalam-e-SheikhulAlam~Predictions~ Listen the patents of thy guide O, Baba Nassar! When Peacock crowns wilt be the head wearings of hogs and when waterways solidify and conduits wilt uproar then certainly the globe wilt be under the domain of primates. When masses wilt accept the leadership of men mundane. When taxes wilt be imposed on mosques and pilgrim centers. When stones wilt float and hallow pumpkins sink in waters. Then certainly the globe wilt be under the domain of primates. ‪#‎ ALCHEMY‬ ‪#‎ OF‬ ‪#‎ LIGHT‬

Wearily Weared from Mountain ranges

Wearily weared from mountain ranges the man is with a sore neck. At the foot of the hill did he understand the subject matter of life. Devoured not he anything from this temporal abode. But irrigated he huge farm with sweat and blood day in and dayout

Stags wilt never lay an ambush againist the Lions.

Stags wilt never lay an ambush againist the lions. Insanly the mice may murmur under frenzied conditions. As and now the soul wilt escape, thy akins snap ties wilt thee. Thy hackney-own wilt flee as the death pounce upon thee.

Trips aerial did i make to achieve

Trips aerial did i make to achieve the soaring ambitions. Alas! The wordly amusements befooled me like an owl. Kiwis and kites did indulge in witticism againist me. Herds did assemble to hoot and shout at me. Feathers rotary withered due to fag like autumn petals. Deflated now is the hallmark gold to peleton crystal. Frightened now am to cross over the paradisal pathway. Underneath where art the horrifying blazes of conflagration. Hair grey on temporal cavities show the thawing effects of thermal youth. Dousy now am prostrated under the clutches of death.

Manhood did i loose in Exhibiting

Manhood did i lose in exhibiting vigour and high handedness. Pomades did i use on temporal concavities to hide my wickedness. Shoes with gold laces and trousers symmetrical did i wear . Bonny remained i in elegant costumes and habiliments. Ah! The stunned bear did climb to pluck the pear of my youth. Thus the shoots of my tree did it leave with bursts and twists.

Priests are Pleasured

Priests art pleasured with favours and banquets. Sheikhs do amock after wealth and self-indulgence. Mystic art cling to mendicity surrendering diligence. Thus satisfied remained, they wilt filled gut. No one worried to reform the societal evils. As none could contain his canine appetite

Leaves Conferous wilt ablaze

Leaves coniferous wilt ablaze if exposed to a tiny spark. Why to muse when the dome is not sonant and audible. A simple gesture wilt fount the lyric inspirations. While unmusical may not tone if doil drums art beaten.