You pass night in sleeping,
Then words and me play peeping.
My poetry smiles in tears,
I keep them afloat with cheers.

I laugh out loudly beyond sky,
Verses smell and fly high.
Night bird screams suddenly,
Is he also pain-stricken lonely?

I want to halt me,
The poet requests not to flee.
She's persistent for immortality,
What an aspiration! So thirsty.

What is sky crying for?
Why burns itself the meteor?
Love burns her to ashes?
Or in eternity love more flashes?

I'm burning too so long,
Glorifying a love that's wrong.
Poetry, not people keeps me living,
In a despair poetry makes me reviving.