We are not
such as we look:
we walk on earth,
and talk of flying in the sky,
while a boy walking on the rope
thinks about his belly,
balance is essential for him,
while others focus on the bank balance—
we talk of progress
but we are in the doldrums.
Humming
Life is
running
with full speed;
I have no time
to pause and to take rest—
All bitter things,
change sides,
in the orchard of my mind;
I can`t guess,
the texture of my life,
how it will be.
Seed
He was lying,
on the roadside,
a seed.
In the biting cold,
I took him,
to my house;
I planted him.
He germinated—
sapling, plant,
then a tree.
Now he is sheltering everyone.
Their
Their dreams,
can be like mine,
but these dreams
are stopped—
there are cries and shrieks,
of bomb blasts.
Gunpowder is everywhere—
how can they live
peacefully?
Untold
Melodies
O! Autumn,
can you hear,
untold melodies,
lost in the silent corner of the mind?
untold stories,
stored in grandpa`s mind?
All organs become senseless,
the body becomes a corpse,
the voice is mute,
Can you still hear?
O! autumn.
