Music Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Like a raindrops,
when racing October, smoothly,
Shakes wavey, over embers puls
Ah _ I adore her talk,
When the fear roars in me and calms.


And when the minaret of my village,
exclaims my name,
like a successive waves,
on the banks of sorrow
inviting my fatigued friends,
to take a look farewell at me,


It will slumbering,
next to me as a white star,
in sad immortality,
then dancing like a shaky greenery,
between five feet sleepless' angels