Fearless time,
Fearless age,
Fearless life.
We are to live
...
Poor I am
With my poem.
Fruits I want
Not my own-
...
Not old but new
Always everywhere
Everything day and
Nights.
...
To understand you
I am here,
But to understand you
Is very very difficult.
...
No colour
I want to
Show you.
Black, of course
...
Her name is poetry,
Invisible to you, though,
I see and feel
Her presence everywhere
...