Why Poem by Muhammad Shakour Algnash

By what I begin or what I close my write
Calm mind, but the heart beats as it is all harm
Like sparrows you fly catching thee not right
As we behold the waves wavering it is so charm
The air most smell besides, what we see
Who all we believe some impart nymph
Vibrant, and briskness oft pass by and flee
Should I face or chuckle with my self
Like stream and plain dwelling of my mate
Far off after misfire we indeed remorse
Out and out the breeze smells really great
Reckoning with rain and thunder what is worse
Pigeons ramble, but spread wings and a wee bit fly
All mediate pipe dream May I ask with wow why!