Poem

Occasionally, when I'm so awfully inspired and in a meticulously right mood, I tend to poet things out.
I can hear the drunk man inside you going, 'SO WHAT? POETRY'S GAY!' which is not only not funny at all but also quite simply; very lame. Anyhow, I do write poetry and no, it isn't usually of homosexual intentions. Anyhow, past all the perverted lame jokes, here's my latest poetical exploration called Strain. This came (chuckles) after about two months of not writing anything at all. So here goes:
Sell the world for a penny,
And lend me your voice to sing.
Give me what you have of power,
The limit is everything.

Strain your hands in prayer,
And join me here again,
As we whisper glints of madness,
As we converse with the rain.

Give me a light to extinguish,
Give me a right to live.
A chance to fall and tumble,
To stand up with more to give.

In short I want a life,
And eternal happiness too,
I want to spend my time,
In simply loving you.

You can find it published on OmanServ here.
And on EnglishSabla here.