Hey Blue Bird! Do you hear me?
Are you my tree of poetry, my passion?
So deep rooted into my chest having no motion!

In your eyes, lips and hair,
Stanzas of my poem swim and dive,
They **** me and at the same time I also revive.

My poems, happiness and tears,
All seek resort to you denying public opinions,
You are my cage and you are also my brave pinions.

Again and again I belittle myself,
Beauty, intellect, talent all nothing,
You are my vast sea, my everything.

I am happy, sad and moreover lonely,
For you adorn myself as colorful horizon at twilight,
Sky laughs at and tells that I am a zero beyond sight.