Twinkling stars are unable to conceal the real picture of Karbastan
As knowledge is light!
So they twinkle at night!
In the meanwhile!
The beauty of dawn prevails everywhere
To stop the blowing of unwanted air
To console the victims and suffered from unwanted occurring
under the cruel shelter of night
As I think with full of might
To stop the blowing of unwanted air
Stars twinkle at night
O' passerby researcher! would you like to know
O' passerby researcher! would you like to do something for "Karbastan"?
as they all know!
as they know all

The fragrance: to satisfy
As you present nearby
You are dear merciful!
As it gave me inner bliss
As rain is to catharsis

Eyes to grasp
Dazzling rays
of warmth sun
Breeze of winter’s nights
Blossoming of lovely rose
Withering of plucked flower
Noise of waterfalls
flight of chirping birds
Silence of tearing eyes
semi circle of rainbow
that also come one by one in my vision
in a solitude
To whisper about You!

If you need to go beyond
And don’t want to play a game
You need not to walk or fun
Tool or trick or tact or fame

If no plan; you have at all
Talking about he or she
Any season or snow fall
Fly to have it like a bee

If your goal is miles so far
You have no food, fish or fin
No matter plane, train or car
Face no trip through thick or thin

Go with care be determined
And you have to see your past
You have your inner! You find
You will be succeed at last

Moon needs not to conceal its scars
It grasps its own scars and light from the warmth sun
And instead of fading
it brightens more than ever!
When I found myself not able to behave like sun
I decided to surrender
And started reflecting light like moon.

I have been caring for gems
But knowledge have been caring for me

Heart cannot be purchased
As currency is matter of no use
Only one can succeed
Who deals in barter system!

Those!
Who weep in the darkness of night
and struggle to achieve goodness
They smile in the day light in return
And Those!
Who smile and enjoy in the darkness of night
without struggling for the future
They weep in the day light
It’s the return of their deed

Love is to life
Hate is to death
So
I have to choose one of two
It's all about me
It's all over me

You owe to play with sun
O’ my heart!
But it burns everything
There’s no effect of tear or dew
Me or you!

Poet says to passerby, "How are you?"
Passerby replies, "Fine"
Poet says to passerby, "What do you do?"
Passerby replies, "I am lord of this area"
                             "Would you like to offer me a cup of tea please?"
Poet says to passerby, "Why are you so proud?"
Passerby replies, "I'm the richest among you all"
                             "Would you like to offer me lunch to share?"
Poet says to passerby, "What's your family background?"
Passerby replies, "I belong to a highly respected family"
                             "Would you like to drop me to my home?"
Poet says to passerby, "Biting back is a curse, what's your opinion?"
Passerby replies, "I don’t like biting back"
                             "but the person who facilitates me is the mean one"
Poet says to passerby, "Are you educated person?"
Passerby replies, "Yes! I am."
                             "But it’s our family tradition to say,
                             "Except us all persons are mean ones"
                             "We don’t like smiling persons"
                             "We don’t care of others"
                             "We appreciate Darwin’s theory"
                             "Man behind the monkey"
                             "But for others."
Poet says to passerby, "Do you know antonyms?"
Passerby replies, "Yes! I know"
                            "We are superior and you are inferior"

Outer eye strikes the outer surface
But
inner eye strikes the inner soul
Outer surface is going to decay
But
the inner soul is eternal

Would that I had become the eyes of blind one
And might have I seen what he wanted to see
Would that I had become the touch sense
And might have conveyed the message
To those who wanted to touch and feel
Would that I had become the tongue of a dumb one
And might have I made the speech what he wanted to speak
Would that I had become the ears of a deaf one
And might have I heard what he wanted to listen
O, chirping of birds
Whispering of morning air
I often think!