It's Hard To Be Pessimistic Poem by Mohammad Younus

It's hard to be pessimistic
when I wake up in the morning
to the feeling that everything is blooming,
shining, singing, and hymning!
I'm reminded of the paradise I once lost,
with no self-pity, only a head full of ecstasies.

I listen to singing birds in bushes and on boughs,
feeling the coolness and greenery all around.
I feel like Adam forgiven by the Lord
after committing the great wrong.
Memories revive, reminding me of the voices of horis
singing, 'We have been created to sing for you! '

I look out from the window God has placed in my heart,
remembering moments of eternity.
Passing by the house of God, I see the lights are on.
So I write a poem to Him,
entreating to allow me to come back.

I'm sure He must be reading my poem,
for His beauties are smiling at me.
This is no psychedelic dream or scene—
wherever I turn, I see His face
glowing and spreading fragrance on every breeze.

He promises me sunshine, rain, moonlight,
and eternal snowing of love.
Wow! All the living angels bow before me.
Life feels like a verdant dream
with no sense of mortality.

Thinking of the perfect thing to say,
I feel I am in eternity.
Life flows onward like a circulating river!

---MyKoul