Mother is heaven, but heaven is not mother,
Because mother is greater than heaven.
First time, mother's womb was heaven of her child,
Because no food is taken directly by it but he is alive.
In a boundary which is built by bricks and stone,
I am trapped in here, from morning until night.
I can’t come out from trapping life due to situation.
As if, I am in depths to depths which is dark.
A wide range of distorted forms of lust
Sometimes it’s light-shadow
Sometimes it’s pool of death.
Needless to say, “In greed is sin, in sin is death.”
Awake up, you awake up,
Protect the freedom of country.
Participate with fluidity,
It’s a real
history of my life.
I have been writing poems