wind of summer
too vagabond
drunk
touching the melancholy afternoon
of the last pale season

flowing over the
deep yellow barren field
echoing the last mystic sound
though yet romantic
spring
the purples are deep
divine

butterflies are flying around
a few birds playing
on the ground
suddenly singing
uttering love

yellow
the golden yellow floating
in the eyes  
over hued
saturated

dropping on the ignored
dry
wither leaves
as the rain drops that has made
a blue
day dream

crossing over the mind  
a jingle
leap singing
classic
the very lost spring
scrolling into
soul

even in the lonely dark night
rolling up
the sound
as the rolling stone
of the sounding sea

@Musfiq us shaleheen

To be means to find something                                                                               You need it urgently anytime ...                                                                              To be not means you miss something and                                                             You keep looking for it ...                                                                                        To be or not to be ,                                                                                                    That's the matter ...                                                                                                   Our current world is not an ideal world                                                                For most of us                                                                                                           Simply because we all lack the minimum things                                                  That we need in our daily and basic life ,so                                                                I am keeping looking for an ideal world endlessly ...

Her voice is carried and is conveyed                                                                       Over a pretty cloud                                                                                                  That crosses into unknown worlds ...                                                                    I  feel that thing                                                                                                        Simply I heard that voice                                                                                       When she came to our life                                                                                    For the first time ...                                                                                                  Her voice dwells in my mind and                                                                           In my heart for ever and ever ...

My thanks can be sent to anyone                                                                           Anytime,anywhere,and everywhere ...                                                                  My thanks can be expressed in words and                                                            In deeds anytime ...                                                                                                  It's very important to have thanks                                                                         To everyone ...                                                                                                           I love to express my thanks                                                                                     In different ways ...                                                                                                  I always love to send thanks to all people                                                               Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                                             ____________________

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

We , as human beings,                                                                                             Keep waiting and waiting for                                                                                  For the expected and for the unexpected                                                               Simply because we all have no choice ...                                                               Yes , we all have no choice                                                                                       Especially when there are things that                                                                     Are out of our control anytime,                                                                              Anywhere,and everywhere ...                                                                                  Our life keeps us waiting infinitely                                                                          Simply because that's the way with it anytime ...                                                          ___________________­__