Your eyes
                  Are deep valleys

And

I am drowned in them

Butterfly is a
Colourful canvas where poem
Finds its perfect sketch

You and me
Two rails of a railway track


So close
Still apart forever

I have a fresh rose
                   in my hands
                                Still I smell only you

You            so
                and            close
                 me             ever
                are              still
                two             always
               parts           separate
                 of
               the
              railway
               track

Who is there?
Oh, it's Winter on the pyre!
Who are groaning?
Oh, Frost, Fog and Snow
Are on the galloping gallows!
He would bounce back I know,
But I don't care about Phoenix.
Everyone is glad for the golden days.
Let us go out to sip this beauty!
Don't you see the day is delicious!
See! See! See!
Earth is wearing gleaming-grass;
Daffodils are unfolding
Their golden-yellow cheeks;
Bluebells and daisies are dancing in joys.
Hear! Hear! Hear!
Swallows are fluting their rhymes;
And cuckoos are playing their sweet tunes.
Now I pine for taking
Purple hyacinths from those
Whose hearts are pricked
By my thorny words.
Let us dole out
Snowdrops, lilies and poppies to everyone;
And to you I will give tulips.

Let us cheer
Like the cheering cherry blossoms!

I have a fresh rose in my pockets,
But I still smell you, my darling!