Vast as ocean, apart as grains
I could remember...
no songs of love,
no voice of hate
...
When a heart is broken
with no noise here on earth
but in the skies
That is love!
...
Words make fresh
When words are flowers
Words define paths
When they are stars
...
.... had been created!
In the culture
by rituals
...
Hate me, if you can!
Hate the little star in the skies
When it falls down my eyes
...
Before you scrape
and erase their marks
when I do read
few letters stick
...
O Great God! Treat those moments...
A man laughs when...
eyes filled with tears! !
...
One...
Though, there are scenes in billion
If every eye can read the slogan!
...
I become pale
leaving my tree
falling to ground
I love my life
...