Comfort

It's enough 

if the sweetness of greeting gives comfort 

if not like moonlight in the Sun

if not like the oasis that quenches the thirst

Yours must be the word 

that gives courage to the heart.

When the mystery of the word hurts the heart

like a honey-coated knife

like a wound on the elbow

When mocking-respect 

chases after like a buzzing fly

words hurt becoming bullets themselves

I want medicine that fills with unknown courage a greeting and comfort.  

A feeling that a heart remembers you and thinks of your well being 

itself must fill with the strength of a thousand elephants.

It does not matter even if you do not help 

but do not postmortem in its name.

Do not utter words that kill in the name of a consolation journey.

Boats become vehicles and vehicles boats like summer after monsoons.

Yours will be the way of stooping in the consolation episode !!