Rumi Balkhi Poetry
I am drunk and you are mad
Who’ll take us home and make us glad?
Said a hundred times, if you had
Two or three glasses less, won’t be bad?
In this town I do complain
Every person seems insane
In this place madness like rain
Washes wisdom down the drain.
In the tavern of my soul
Carpet of joy will unroll
My soul is out of control
When trapped in a soulless hole

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