As a gamble loser,
Disordered heart, beats now.
Skin, I feel now tortured and appear,
As a snake biting blue.
...
She spit
At the face
Of a begging girl
Crying of appetite
...
There is a huge and old
Banyan tree in front of
The temple at my village
Sitting beneath it
...
I do like her beautiful eyebrow
But she plucked it and draw something
I do like her beautiful eyelash and eyelid
But she painted it with colors
...
Father dreams to make me a Doctor
Mother dreams to make me an Engineer.
I dream to become a singer.
Here my high school exam will start soon
...
Forest in fact
It is a heaven
No riots, no wars
No excess noise
...
It is my habit now
To awake in morning
Listening to the song
That a cuckoo sings
...
Please, please just a walk
Please, please just a talk
Please, please just a kiss
Please, please just a touch
...
The shadow of mine disappeared
He was the only follows me always
Now even he dropped me
No one there to talk now
...