....
And an object behind
the dark,
you say true
I have lost that light
again I feel the sight
and fight for the wright..

......
The silver moon
Alone
With the southern wind

The papers of poetry,
Songs
Wandering with thousands
of unspoken words,
Stanza

Resonance in the sky,
In the wind and mind
but grew pollination in the pen and the poetry

This glorious night
The poet
Very lonely
With the mystic brightness of light
Only speaks the antiquity
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
I do not know
Where they are going
Whom or what work
Who or what could be
Beyond their border

Though everyone outside
Introducing while crossing occurs
As if an art of rain
Freaky clouds of Autumn
Beckoning like a floating crane

Stream of life behind the beauty
Turned away see the river flowing
Pulls of upstream,
Stunning horizon,
Longing for losing

Blind beauty of the bare form
Ah! itself an amazing outburst
"There have to go with the glory of tunes"
"There have to go for the needs of life"
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

...

Many words already uttered
As the waves of streams
Arranged a garland
with hundreds of colorful flowers

Though I wrote, deleted,cut  
hundred thousands of unspoken words
yet sometimes songs come out
From the melancholy tunes of flute  

That is why the way out of the river
from the springs
you can't read
don't even feel the pain of poetry

So the last poem I write
Sitting on the ground
around the river
.....

He walked the streets a begger
they buried him like a king
he played a six string guitar
he wore no golden ring

She had the voice of angels
survived a valley called death
then fearing no evil
she passed every test

They wrote the songs with sunsets
they walked the line together
they stood in a ring of fire
in love they burned forever