Time glides
And river flows,
But my poem is
Not yet born;
...
Sometimes, I wish that
Life should come to a grinding halt,
But it hardly does;
For the wheel of life
...
With the passing breeze,
My soul moves
In search of God
Among the groves.
...
A child’s imagination
Runs riot
At the sight of ravishing moon.
...
I loved her deeply,
But today I have to
Part from her.
O, my heart is heavy
...
I meet so many women
But I cannot unlock their hearts
To find out what their hidden desires are -
However much I am smart.
...
When I stare
At the sky,
I see a sun
Shining brightly,
...