Dew
- M. Ali
When I was standing at your door,
Like a restless hand watch,
Then meet your needs
I was troubled,
I was tired without being tired -
How narrow the way of life,
Today, maybe in the middle of that,
I'm standing,
But ...
But you are not
There is no thumb, between that narrow path.
In the time of thirsty time,
I lost a bit,
You lost,
In the light of the time of Rabi Rashmi-
The garbage carcasses on the chest,
Like morning dew,
Leave my carpet in my heart
Far away-
Maybe on the carpet of someone else's heart,
You are in the obsession
So in this poem,
Your name is dew
Wherever you live
Just be good dew
No comments