The Gift
Don't force me not to write poetry. For me, this writing is like a vacuum cleaner cleaning the floor. Without this, I would have gon...
ENGLISH POEMS
YOU
You are a forest; The more I find out The more it develops. You are a peak; The higher I conquer The higher it grows. ...
Division
When I divide my mother from my grandmother she is a digit without a set. When she is divided from grandfather she is mere a girl. When s...
Characters
The poet fell into a slumber during his writing. The characters jumped out of the paper and walked quietly. When he woke up th...
The Pain
The Pain I visited the market where the pain is sold. I saw a number of poets, who came to possess it sufficiently where a handful ...
Sacred Seclusion
W e start to love disregards when we fall in love seriously… Like the latex of a rubber tree Is a benefit for the peasant,...