Person who has not money is not Poor
Person who has not a car is not Poor
Person who has not a big house is not Poor
Poor is
whose mind
Whose heart
Whose soul
Is too empty
Because they love gossiping

Oh, Poet,
You are the king of literature
You are the figure of  creature
You are always in our heart
Cuz, you are  forever  of  future.

Why do I live?
If .nobody loves me!
If nobody appreciates me!
If nobody thinks about me!
If nobody says: " I love you!"
If nobody is proud of me!
Why
WERE I BORN?
WHY?
FOR WHAT
FOR WHOM
HOW I KNOW

I am tired
Help.me.please
I am so tired
I work very hard
But I am not rich
I am so humanity person
Bu t I am not beautiful
I do good things
But nobody notice it
I  help everyone
But nobody appreciate
After it
What should I do
Just DEATH helps me?

Four seasons of my life:
My winter is my beauty.
My spring is my humanity
My summer is my kindness
My autumn is my reality

Take care my poem.
Never die, please.
Take care my wisdom words
Never lie, please.