an amused monkey
fragrance of cypress
And we get lost in this worldNeither we are able to fill this void,Nor can do well other than self-destruction.
Whatever I conceived have become a poem,Like the night with stars and moon.All my wishes have turned into realities,Like the rivers that flowed to the sea.But the doubts of my heart remained as questionsLike a puzzled monkey with coconut.Some of my poems are still waiting for its readersLike the Crane standing on one leg at…
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body’s elementssilently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
neither the moon attracts me.This was my property, this was my treasureNow life will be difficult without this pleasure.Dream nights were to come by stealth,They know how much i’m waiting,To take me away from this world,Where there is no hatred or jealousyNo small or big by virtues of money.All the same, in thought, in heart…