Poem

Yesterday I saw him on the street :

Flying with the wings of dreams in every vein of life.

Someone is waiting for him with a smile face-

That's why I saw him buying butterfly wings In the city's riverbank,

That's filled with thousands of warm faces.

Does life's transactions complete in a single day?

May or not be the sun goes to give light to tomorrow's face-

Calls the shadow of darkness the size of today's face.

The last line of life must be lit tomorrow,

The lamps that were bought with salt in the market of life-

Does it still linger in the stars of closed eyes with thirst.

After walking how many ways, the road ends!

The flood of life all around is thousands of words:

Answerless intoxicating hymns were alive yesterday too

Now, at the end of walking alone, only remembrance and wayfarer-

Go, O traveler, after walking the time another time begins.