I am vacant, fully
If you are absent from me
I feel like burning my heart
Can’t sleep a moment
The whole night spent swaying
Firing inside and outside at the same scale
Feel like a complete cessation
How can I breathe?
O my love, be advance and permit to taste the apple
Move on the wheel to make a journey to the blissful world
And refill my heart
I am fully vacant
If you are not with me.
Frailty is thy name, O life
Waterless pot where plants are dry
Frailty is thy name, O death
From where many branches and leaves sprout.
A Welcome Tune
The morning is bright with soft wind
Let’s go outside, walk about a mile
Refresh our mind
Nothing is hazy; you are beside, my light
Your folder of love has covered the sky
Let’s move forward and start the day’s work
Nothing can break the bond we made ourselves
We are always hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder
Felt in the waves of the river
Let’s flow on the waters and wander about
Where we had not
The sun is rising
The birds are singing,
A welcome tune blazes my heart.
Time upsides down all
Not following the plan
I rebuke the world
Where tons of garbage gathered
I hold my napkin in my nose to protect
Bad smell to run into my working place
I am to wait for an hour or half
Useless moment to pass
How can I finish my job
If not be able to reach on time at all?
Feel like stagnant water of poisonous pond
Can’t be taken to the bank by spreading hands
I rebuke the world of my home
Where there is a little chance to cross the bar.
We are running on earth
We are fighting for what is not
We become successful
We become failure
It is a continuous process
We are always restless
For our own world to decorate
When my fruit tree was kept out of soil
It was going to die
Dried out its leaves
I thought I would replace another one
Father suggested me to plant it again
I abode by and planted
After some days I saw
New leaves and branches grew
And the tree got its green life.
I am not a pathologist
To prescribe medicine
But I have an eye to see your heart
Where I reside
I am not a dentist who can remove aches
I only think and write
To roll down the heat in my head
If you think it for joining the race
You are welcome always
I’ll go for long till death.
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