Somehow everyone has a mental illness
When did a disease become a trend?
It feels like we are in a storybook
The boy who cried wolf
Where everyone cries out for help
But those whose pleas meant something were left unheard

Elephant in the room
Is air
Is fire is burning in the hell
Is the fallen tower of Babel
Is the cut heads that people throw at each other over the high wall everywhere

Is one of our eye contacts
A sigh
A cry
Every second we choose to be silent

Is the fox running with confusion on the deserted streets in evening peak times
Is flags and horns
Is the sum of city T, Z and G, with many histories going back and forth
Is the wind, blowing every corner of the world
Is the instant and eternity that cannot be distinguished

You just write and write
Flee and flee
but cannot escape from the foot stepped by the elephant in the room

I shout and shout
Run and run
Just to see the momentary light

Who creates us,
is it pure science or something,
that is far more than our reach or minds?
All this curiousity, all these questions,
they fade away, when a parent sees his infant,
taking the first breath, all the emotions are just locked away.
Such a beautiful creature human is,
such a beautiful life he is about to live,
born with no jealously, no pity,
all he has to offer is a beautiful cry,
opening his body for the oxygen of the new world,
the new world that has now become pretty deadly,
but all we can hope is that the boy,
finds his way on the earth,
never envies, zero foes, a happy circle,
is where we all wish he goes.

No matter how hard you try
I won't let you see me cry.