I walk in the morning dew,
Fresh cold mist kisses on my feet.
I trembled after a while,
Fog surrounds me with her smoke
I see, a white chador is wraping up me
And invititing me to lay in her lap.

I surrender myself in her arms
She spreads her chest,
******* my head,  she deceives me.
I could realize her tricks
Her flamboyant affection convinces me
I am getting freeze with her touch.

She holds me firmly
And pulls back to the dark.
But I know, she cannot do it for long.
The spring is too close to revive Persephone.
Demeter is waiting for her.
She prepares the earth where I will gaze.

Cut the masks
and you will find a river of sorrow
in the unblinking eyes.

The mud tears had smeared
the face.

Chimera? The fire breathing
will start a new traction to break
the silent protest of lying lambs.

Impertinence?
For whom you have come to
offer the chador at the shrine?
For whom the houses were burnt down?
For whom the lives of unborn children
were cancelled?
Whose god?

This is not anonymous insurgency.
My name had been written in.
First Informatiom Report.

O Irish, you were beyond
the pain. Why were you blind?
Put a smile. I will kiss you again.

Let's annihilate the hate
of black sun and spread the chador
of moon on all the lilies.

Why the saline drops
are held on lips when you cry in
dark? There were many fireflies.