Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

Muscular, sturdy.

Once it runs, runs.

None cannot stop it.

Leave it

At the feet of the hill.

Find it on the zenith.

Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

I was a stronger.

A few yards away.

They were constructing the wall.

Oh, it collapsed like cards.

They buried, crying.

I joined the rescuers

Some still breathing, some mute.

Closer to the wall,

I was their brother.

Our dreams are always big
But the complexity of our circumstances compress them

If
You're desirous of reading a man

Open his page
When he is silent

Our strength
Increases not by receiving love

            But by giving it

Thousands have died
Thousands are dying

There is dearth of love

Love is water
Water is love

I smiled
To meet a depressed man

His mood changed
The whole family changed