How can I drag myself without divine wine?

I am falling, and I need wine to be mine.

Being inebriated has its own joy,

To me, heedless and headless both are just fine.

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I am tired of me, being without me.

The me left me, and I don’t know where is he.

He is not me; where is he gone? He is missed.

I am not me; me is not him; who are we?

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I am done with my faith, love, and devotion.

With this gray hair, my soul has no emotion.

Where is my bottle of wine? How much more pain?

I’m done with the desert drown me in ocean.

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How much longer for my chalice to get filled?

How much more is enough before I get killed?

I came in, and I stayed, and now, it is time.

I must break from my cage that I didn’t build.

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The sky is full of tears; it washes my pain.

To me, the best remedy is dancing in rain.

Am I going to dance once more as it rains?

Hope I will see the next year, and then complain.

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The good and all the bad are kept within us.

If you have it, you will lose it; have no fuss!

The more you gain, the more you lose when it’s time.

Keep only love for good; not much to discuss.

6/10/18 Haloo

Rubaiyat