POETRY

As Love is absorbed into my body;

So, I can’t help singing a love song.

And, each of these poems that I wrote;

Is an oath I gave to the truth.

Also, the sparks you see in my eyes;

Are the lights come from Heaven.

And, the wishes bloomed in my heart;

Are the mirabilis you have never seen.

As, my hope will never wither, dry up;

So, spring always flourish my soul.

There is a great pain which is, too, able to;

Flourish my veins and bones at all.

Since, I was made from love of The Almighty;

Does the life know who I am, though?

And, in my tiny body, in my little chest;

How much talent and love do I have?

Does the life know who I am?

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But, life killed all the passion of mine;

And, squeezed my heart like pomegranate.

Because, he wanted to make my gentle white soul;

And, to put on the sorrow’s black cloak.

As all my hope is becoming weaker and fading;

So, my mountains collapsing down to earth.

Thus, day by day my feet are plunging;

And so, day by day my soul is losing its strength.

Similarly, lightning is crashing inside of me;

As if my chest will be cleaved.

Thus, I am afraid, oh my Lord, I am so afraid;

What if the whole sky falls down to my head, finally?

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While, I wandered and strolled million years;

And, million years I begged for calmness, my Lord.

Shadows of hatred crossed my road;

And, million years I did not utter any word.

Oh, the pain of living hopeless days;

Oh, my futile wishes, and flippant disease.

Oh, you wine of love in my goblet;

Oh, love – unconsumed for million years.

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