...... In this edge of the end Where simplicity flows Through the straight river The upstream songs As the ****** sunshine of Lost spring
There today, Exhausted Myna drying feathers In the wet air Sitting on the shade of the window Steadfast attention on the distant horizon
Slothful day in a comfort bed With a cup of tea A longed cigarette, Romanticism become struck
Outside the open window Inside out Light clouds of August As if the "will" cradling to and fro Dropping the ageless poetry Filled with the words of dance
Rain comes down on the unleash field Essence of mystic tunes flowing From theΒ tearfulΒ trots of rains Moving, Flooding The both sides of the river .............. @Musfiq us shaleheen