Who thought that I
Will see this new
Dawn of the day, the
First born of a year
...
Far from a thousand
Years I have longed
For this dream, yet
It's seems far fetched
...
How many men, sons
And souls you have
Spield and spiked
With your beauty, who
...
That night, under the
Fig tree, when your
Eyes'like those of
Doves'beams'and blinks
...
Once upon a time when
I stood as a trained
Student to pour out my
Poems on the podium and
...
It was the Saddest,
And sweetest day,
That silent night
...
At the eye closure of
the skies it comes
one brief moment, the eyes open
and here it comes again
...
I have dwelt in the
Thoughts and tents of
My heart in torture,
...
With sad, and sighing
You passed away.with
A hardening heart we
...
A black day for
a dark man, was
the last of a poet,
yet in his agony
...