My son,
You left the flickering candle in the fast blowing loneliness, without a sense that the wingless bird needs cuddling and cradle. Being in the eighties is not my sin nor yours. I am not passing the buck. It's my tail that my body carries where I go, and your turn is in the offing. I considered you to be my handkerchief, but you flew with the gust of selfishness. Had I been not able to groom you well, develop your mind and make you a loyal son? My remembrance hangs in my room: you are crying over bruises in your left leg, and I am beside you smearing ointment in the shades of lanterns. It will not come off even though the walls of my memory are now muddy bricks in the heavy downpour. If your father crawls and then kicks the bucket, in the hope you will not mind disturbing your life, I plead you to bury me close to your mother.
Wishes for your wellbeing and prosperity!

Their respect is the skin, sagging;
It's falling on the dry grass in April.
Children don't care alphabets in ink;
The playing puppy provides plates,
And they eat charm and chew joys.
What was precious is now scrape,
Still some salvage some scrapes;
The world is cruel but very kind too.

Join me.
My house the moon
Blesses each passer-by.
It's a groove,
A snug site for all.
Mount off,
Slurp your stallion water
From the pool,
And it could swim
With you.
Join me.
Hunger doesn't wait
At the door,
And turn away,
A defeated man.
Join me.
Thirst doesn't cry.
With a sweet smile
It goes away,
Hopping.
Join me.
If you wish
To keep your stars open
All day, all night,
All day, all night.

People become weak
After they think they have no hope.

Taciturn, he stretches himself.
The flood in the streets, everywhere.
People fear, still wade.
I open the door.
In a jiffy, he breaks into.  
The apparition haunts my family
Till Twilight gets in.

Tie a cat
To the bed.

Sleep.

Don't forget
To place a bowl of milk.

And a little water.

At sparks, see.
How much was drunk.

More needed,
Or she is finished.

Let her go out in the open.

This is.

Temptation encircles you.

You are in the mire.

The legs are elastic.

The wings only flap in the cage.

Switch on consciousness.

Mind pumps up the dirt.

Freedom blows.

The bird flies.

You can defeat your enemy
With a smile

Nothing is something,
everything.

The world hangs on
hollowness.
Dive into the river.
Which path
you have to cross?

Candles pray
through the space.
The concerns of leaves
Are replied though the same.

Mud is here.
So are we.
Nothing is something,
everything.

When I tried
to cut off my sufferings
I got to know
They are one end of our life.

Smile  blooms in winter
Smile blooms in summer
Smile  blooms in spring

It doesn't know any season
It knows what to do in its life

The way
A cat sits
In meditation
Is a great poem
Inspiring
The whole mankind