By bye pen
Either it happens by
My leaving or taken
Bye-bye pen.
If I leave it is for
Poor topics, bad contents
If taken, it is since I am loud.
Neither moon nor am sun
I am shadow, simple one
Leap in past and today
As well as tomorrow…
The past is treasure
Today is the Barzakh
Tomorrow seems like hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem