A Special Thing Poem by Muhammad Khalid

Adamant birth their place in coals,
'cause the peace is here to souls.
After all this the pose of blacks;
and all the inner is thing of tracks.
The eye of the world 'may any change'!
the whirls of their life in a father range.
(Who get, he lucks and his all around worth)
the holiest to gather a crowd around:
these coals black can tie open the bounds.
Oh lord! what a play the darkest on earth;
gives the shinest upon his lap a birth.
'The fools gather and burn it for heat;
don't know the matter, the luck on his feet.
One his move and on a hill from a ground,
so looses his pains & of hill and wound.
The world his front, and he fool on stare back!
and blames the lord ever and every you lack.'
Extend your space and my boy keep this in mind,
an adamant is only in coal of heaps find.
So leisure a coal in laps as a beam of spell,
'cause until reveal every is special.