Incredible Life
I, often, feel
that I live my life,
and pass,
my remaining lifetime,
as I am doing,
obligations, on myself.
One day,
I washed the dust,
on the mirror hanged,
in my room for a longtime,
When I saw,
my face in it,
I got satisfied,
that someone in my house,
recognized me.,
One day,
I came out, in the garden,
of my house,
hearing the sounds of stones,
being thrown,
by some children,
I moved back,
inside the home,
thinking that,
there would be some ripe fruits,
which might have been,
laden on the trees.
I often feel and hear,
the sounds, of the silence,
which vibrate,
for a long time,
it seems that,
some one is calling me.
When I travel on the road,
I often feel that the trees,
alongside of the beautiful path,
looks like the robbers,
I am afraid of travelling,
lonely and absolute alone.
In the early morning,
When I read newspapers,
I think that the column,
related with the last article,
written, just before the publication,
having contents,
that the human being,
is the interesting news,
of this era.
Lastly, I feel,
in the deep grief of life,
on account of my dried eyes,
that I have no tears left,
to be spent in the life, further.