I am a tireless traveler on life's journey
I see people rise and fall
I hear the music painted on the walls
The music they composed on their failures
I see those who journey between life and death
They are happy, they are sad
They don't know the consequences of words
They chose truth and lies
And set their actions in motion
Births are filled with so many stories
In each one are colorful leaves
Fish that fill the ocean as soon as they emerge from the womb
Strange bees with sharp stings and honey
In these people are filled with endless dreams
The tsunami within them returns,
Colliding with sad songs
They kept weaving life in their victory
They set out on unknown paths, creating possibilities
They kept returning from the urban fringes,
Covering the concrete with their shadows
They were travelers of death
They were participants in blood ties and caste-related suffering
I am in them
As a word gets lost in its beauty.
As a The voice returns, having lost its tone,
And all our possessions create
Geographies of our journeys
The truth that the veil wanted to reveal
We wrote books
They emerged from those books
To be molded into other forms.
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
