Alone
Like the Alone Old Tree
Without You
If you are not mine,
I don't mind.
But I am always yours,
is it not sufficient ?
Whenever I see your beauty,
sometimes it appears like a fire,
sometimes,
dew on the grass leaves.
Please for a moment,
For god sake,
let your cute smile,
be out of your lips,
as I feel my world,
darkened, let this world of mine,
be enlightened with your smile.
Now, this is the style of my living,
without you,
without your love,
only living in false dream of you.
- Flowers of pain
A poem narrating pain of love generating heart throughout the life.