if the cloud
exits from the stage absurdly leaving the confusion--?
if the seed
shrivels in the green-room like a meaningless season--?

if no celebration of germination? it is painful -- so, painful

if -- existence of no dialogues, no emotions, no encounters
no colour scheme, no tantalizing episodes, no appeasing music?
the sky and the soil as the actor and spectator
if no purification of souls after annihilating each other--?

if no event of rejuvenation? it is painful -- so, painful

the stage of disdain -- only the disdain
that is the tragedy -- that is the sin !!!

you and i
like the eye and eye-lid
if not brawling and embracing
how the world be a scenic charm ?

you and i
like the cloud and seed
if not flowing like the rivulets in veins
if not raging like the life in grains
how could you and i
split into million future dreams ?

you and i
be the rain of some memories
be the offering of some poems
before planting our mortal frames...

if not----
that is the tragedy .. that is the only tragedy
if you and i cannot offer ourselves to germination----
that is the tragedy ... that is the sin...... !!!