Loneliness

.

 In the dream air 

 I have never lifted the sail of a boat

 Mind is burned because of Loo 

 How many times I have lost

 to faces and masks 

 Who are always shedding human 

 Again they try to cover it 

 by sprinkling salt  

 Whatever else the pleasant sound

 of nice fountain can never flow 

 as melody to them 

 Believe me...  the word faith

 is the Fanus of being now 

 All is end...  

 before anyone understands anything.  

 The human mind is lost today

 in the cover of small feelings

 I am alone...  you are alone

 in the mindless civilization 

 All are being alone...  

 each loneliness has merged into one.