source I never want to live like a thorn in my father's breath To remain a firm mountain on your chest To prick eyes like a thorn To show up like the sad colors of autumn in unspoken pain But what can

source With deep fatigue and despair Shoulders drooping on a dusty face Bloody scratches of hurt hopes In the corner of the eye A swaying mound of sea salt With a dead silence on the lips Father has returned

source In the evening darkness, nomads pitch their tents How carefree they are about their camp and destination no place, no village can ever bind their feet on the chariot of the sun their belongings

source The rain would pour down in torrents Listen to the rattling laughter of the clouds Ha! How filled with joy we used to run barefoot through the courtyards to float paper boats in our canoes catching

source In this sandy time, when the courtyard of my heart is filled with fallen yellow leaves you're asking me to write a poem on 'rain' how can I tell you how difficult it is for me in this stone time

source Beyond the horizon holding the hand of the setting sun, evening is descending, slowly into the deep waters of the pond a woman standing on the parapet of the roof, takes a deep breath and says

source Mother's teachings were to never fall to their knees in sorrow. Have the patience of the earth Stay steadfast like a tree Endure the cold and heat of the seasons Laugh like a Gulmohar Even in the

source The river understands the language of a woman's body, which clings to it. This is normal for the river water A small bird knows the story of a woman's body diving into the river, turning into nectar

source The blind fishes lurking in the caves of do not pounce upon it, The taste of the salty sea water still clings to their gills, The history of thousands of years ago! That on the wings of the flying

source I, a troubled man, I will tell you my sorrows when you speak of love to me when you touch my hands I will tell you my first problem At your loving consolation I will tell you the songs of my very

source I will enhance spring one day with love Buds, shoots, leaves, and the spring breeze will burst forth from you Whenever the redness of the buds touches your face, you embrace them in your lap...

source On the backs of former lovers lying face down Soft grass grows Lovers standing on green carpets offer roses to their beloveds Former lovers rub their pupils With blurred vision, the ocean of water

source They were amazing who persevered they found different paths they believed in the existence of life they could not deceive they the concept of heaven after death they did not dream of any beauty

source I searched for you in the winds but couldn't find you, I created a whirlwind, A storm came Even the cool breeze shivered, but I couldn't find you Not even in the water Not even in the thirst for

source If it were so easy to know what was in your mind, I wouldn't have to do so much When you were sitting with a heart of stone and I wanted to fetch my image on your mind In my mind, I had already

source I want to throw my sorrow away like I fluttered my thoughts in the wind without thinking that your gaze I want to arrange a layer around you I want to roll so that I can widen beautiful lines, I

source O white burqa threads, Did the moon's mother choose you from the winds, or did the naked child and his mother, lying shivering on the earth? Or did the moon shrink from the earth's cold call? Did

source Silence had snatched away the words that, if uttered, would have wreaked havoc That the title of "black tongue" had been bestowed upon everyone who was connected with the tact of his words

source I want to look back at the bottom of the underworld lying face down on the ground at the sky water floating in the wind winds held in a pond tree roots hanging firmly on the moon the blazing sun

source She would awaken her eyes early in the morning sleep was getting ready when for her the closing of the eyes would become active with open eyes she thought that by her sleeping, sleeping people would