These are the clouds that are not polluted.
When a cloud learns to speak the earthly lies,
Such a cloud is refracted in colorful stains,
These are the blended clouds that are polluted.
My heart is the deepest ocean and never cries,
Reflects the pleasure but absorbs the pains,
The red water is now too thin and too diluted.
Eyes have never seen you, still a human ne’er denies,
You are humans’ loveliest dream in hearts and brains,
Be unveiled as blue light, let my soul be routed.
My Lord! Before red color is white and the poet dies,
Go on reflecting my thoughts in a poem that sustains,
The truth that is love in life, by you nicely executed!