Something had broken,without falling,
     Yet the silence of my mind,
Had not been disturbed---
      rather had become deeper!

My love for her, was like flowing,
     In the river in an autumn flood;
My poems are like the murmur of a
         Stream, that used to make her refreshed and glad.
But in a fraction of time, everything changed---
   And I was obliged to take the blame!
O' dear life, let me live.....
No more blame me, for that grief!
I simply fall with her in an endless love,
And dreamed of a future as a beautiful scene,
Then, tell me, O'life...
       Why the love is a SIN?
I fantasised her beauty,
       With my anguished eyes;
I felt her sometimes, by an eternal bonding....
    As if we entouched by those times.
I simply loved her childliness,
    And sacrificed myself entirely;
Then, tell me, O'life, why I was moved to the way of destroy?
   Why was I pushed in a perished ravine?
Tell me, O' life, why the love is a SIN?