Father of the mirage(48)

Hassan Ahmed
Under the rainy season, the beating on the drum is a wasted time, the beat on the drum is unheard voice, you continue the beat on the drum with out a response from the ordinary people, continue it, the response is void, really void of meaning of life, the drum on dead corpses, the land is tired of their bodies, you see that many eyes look at the drum beat, they are only watching without unmovable, you can see with movement, you can notice without sensation, you feel the drum beat without interact with the active event.
The desperate soul is a stray, it can hear, it can listen, it can watch, it can notice, the sensation is an invalid, the stray soul is expired, it is in a farcical moment of life, the stray soul is a loser soul, its land is unknown, its border is occupied, itself is immigrated to far distances, it distanced itself the land of greatness, the loss of dignity is the beginning of lost the whole, humane dignity without self a consideration, it is an expired dignity.

The National stray soul is unknown soul, the soul that move to unknown, the soul that lost guidance, the drum beat tries to revitalize the hopeless soul, because of the hope, it never surrenders to the desperate, the drum beat is a beat of that wasted dream, the wasted dream that lost movable legs, the drum beat is a beat of unknown souls in the sad location here.