Peaks that are needed
for the valleys.
If there are peaks
There are valleys.

There is no use of
forgetting the fallings
in the heights of life.
It is very important
each steps
to whom he mounted
the peaks of success.

Red ants
of unsettled feuds
ail in my cerebrum
and spinal cord…
dear friend,
give me the medicine
of poetry,
let get my blood cold…
Spread the sedative
of poem
before taking me the knife.

You can’t escape any more.
Because, I made you captive
In the prison of love.
You can’t break its walls
Because, this wall of my heart,
being constructed with responsibility,
is more powerful than your fists.

Though lived together
she who deceived husband
is an ideal wife…
But, as lived single
she is an aberrant.

Likewise this Earth
ingest everything,
Whole memories
Will be buried
In oblivion…

Even though,
Some of them will remain
as the hair locks
outliving the soil…

Disguising how many pair of eyes
we do a falsity?
Eventhogh, we fail
to spot that one pair of eyes ...

When the feud
transmigrated into the mind
the greenness of the poetry
has seared.
Though the seasons
Passed by,
The shoots haven’t seen.