I like the irregularities and crudeness
Where I don't have to position myself in such a way
that I have to walk around with a plank of my character
Having to abandon the sky I've created
Where saints and tantras are not realized
This is a glimpse of a time when
any style can be called uncouth
I also have words
which I touch shamelessly
those lives without a ground
I step into them
My heart thumps
When I touch the naked mind
There is no honor or disrespect here
Just this rotating earth
And our colors mixed within it
Whose faces are visible even through the mirror
The sun I look at
Still sheds light
In those dark places
Where morality and truth don't reach
Whenever it comes to mind
that the very meaning of being a poet in life
is to be crucified on a cross of our own making
Then pain comes within us as if
We are lowering tangled kites from trees From
Ultimately, we don't succeed
Because we didn't come here to succeed
We return to the jungles we've created
Where we start with stones
And stones are not immoral or uncivilized in any way
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
