My poems are with me
And death dares not
To touch me.
See me, I am careful
...
And I speak
Through these words
I know though
They are mine
...
We, the two,
East and west
Staying in truth,
Love together,
...
No bird sings
On this day,
Though all are
Free to enjoy
...
Let me think what is mine.
Sunshine is not belongs to the sun,
And the sun is not able to use it
To gives all proper life!
...
Nothing is truth
More than a bread,
Nothing is truth
More than a pair of dress.
...
I am eager to touch,
Where are you!
Where are you- this
...
I have not taken
Any mortal birth,
I am so and so
And I am here
...