Today is our festival
We are slaughtering
A Ram and a Cow
Some it's a male goat
Others have a camel,
In the kitchen of houses
the meat are slicing and
the bones are cutting,
the frying fans are frying
and the pressure pots are
cooking...
But!
In my house, is a pen
I slaughtered and the
Hand is holding it,
putting more letters on
the papers and the papers
are frying the letters
into the word and the
words smells a phrase
sweetly in Safana's
Poetry Kitchen

So cool, for
papers to drink
to make its surface
moist with some
upper and lower
cases, and the word
in the watery passage
of phrases

Boil it in the tube,
An ink in the pen tube
Put the grains of word
in the paper ***, stir it
well, pour it into the bowl
of phrase like HP and NP...
So, to feed these orphans,
those who lost their
giant pens
....
Safana's Poetry Kitchen

between edges
a sharpest knife
stabbed in to the
heart and the
bloodtears but
the knife of love
which cut the
flesh and the bone
When someone
make you feel
heartbroken

...not a colored
but colorful,
neither a red
nor black like
red berry and
blackberry...
very sweet more
than everyberry
Sweetest to read and
to listen more
than every fruitberry

for it's lovely
and delicious
...

A times, I can feel
like a hungry man
just I am, a hungry
man not for that
cooked food but a
hungry man of a
cooked poetries
there in Safana's
Poetry Kitchen