A suspicious cat keeps chasing him
The whole day
She is to claw the wonderful shadow
Lying to the west of a star apple tree
Perhaps there were some voices of an ancient king and his butler
Learning a lesson of dance
Into a tongue-tied day
Upon the white veil of night
Lack of a palm- leaf made ball
She keeps doing these jobs through out the day
Those who are the offsprings of the sky
Who are they
I don't find her interest regarding this only
She once eats the iron made bra rending with her canine
I stare her in the corner of the park
Aftera while
We will depart for long time
Having different directions
Where we couldn't meet each other
Would fail to remember each other
On that turning
I have returned and found that the cat has made a halt
On our departed turning!
Translated by Hosen Motahar
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