Life is an annual festival of golden years
Passing cacophonously though no one hears!

Year is a shadow of shiny sharp shear
Plucking heart-shaped leaves without care!

A year to a life resembles a leaf to a tree.
Years go, leaves fall; are life and tree free?!

Years fell lives, leaves dramatically fall
From the tree of lifelong that is not tall!

It is high time to count and pluck dry leaves;
A live leaf of life will not live without leaves!

Look how young burgeoning leaves are sprouting,
How trees are pruning, how years are passing!

Years prune leaves of lives with a sharp shear;
Men celebrate this, say: “Happy new Year!”

Hey...! Look at me! a person... just like you

Who born worn buried white and naked!
Whose body equals his mind following his heart in line with the tongue
Which are altogether still white and naked as it snows!

So, I'm a naked man nothing covers my body but my skin!
On the same skin I'm Thinking, Saying, Judging, Granting though naked!
The scent of honesty is brimful within me! White born worn, white worn buried!

NOW! Summon your conscience! Reply please!...

Why and how are you killing your corpse beseeching to paint it black,
Black and white, grey, yellow, and even a reddish red?! while

Your color is incarcerated within the layers of bluish greenish white soul?!
Taken, try not to compel and condemn it to another color! since

You are a person... just like you

Imagine the sky were red
and the sun in which disappeared.

Imagine the ground were blue
and birds in which always flew.

Imagine the day were night
and the moon in which with light.

Imagine the night were day
and stars in which without ray.

Imagine the deserts and seas alike
and flashes of lightning in which strike.

Imagine the cities and forests the same
and animals in which with notorious fame.

Imagination may come true;
Is it the D-day?! I have got no clue.

But, imagine that I can now feel all words,
and I can see the reverse orders of two worlds.

Foe is no one but yourself
Which has got stuck in itself.

Foe is nothing but your soul
Which is drowned in its foul.

Foe does not exist as you are awake,
Just like the sea which is the mirage of a lake.

Foe is the evil in your deeds
Which you always water its seeds.

Foe is your hands, feet, or mouths
Which are permanently breaking their oaths.

Do not forget to watch
The ceiling of the world, the sky
To release a bird hunters catch.

Do not forget to look
At the pond of the world, the sea
To save a drowning man in brook.

Do not forget to walk
On the floor of the world, the ground
To find a lonely man to talk.

Never forget the sky, the sea, the ground
In order to help the missed keys to be found.

O’ my soul! Be tolerant, be patient
To soar, and lest not to be bent
Under the pride of what you have lent.

O’ my body! be tolerant, be strong
To pass the world; the path is so long.

O’ my feet! be tolerant, be consistent
To pass by the mansions to reach a tent
To live a long life without paying the rent.

O’ my heart! be tolerant, be soft
To be able to clean the mirrors of dust.

O’ my hands! be tolerant, be generous
To donate your possessions although precious
To a person has fallen to poverty from riches.

O’ my eyes! be tolerant, be kind
To give light to a person who is blind.

O’ my ears! be tolerant, be acute
To hear the sounds of peoples' feet
Walking behind, no matter how remote.

How pleasant if we are free of lust,
How cultivated is the soul after a frost!

You are ,You, I am ,I,
No-one is ,You, No-one is ,I,
But  this time, I am , You, You are ,I.
Believe me, I am not telling a lie.
Believe me and do not ask me why
For, I am shy to tell you, ‘You ‘are ‘I’.