Poetry : This Is Called Life

Not everyone can do everything

As I cannot protest

against anyone

This creature called human…   

actually feels very comfortable

in noise & poison…  Or

This human wants to go

into exile forever

with mobile or PC

The whole world seems to be

small & shrink before the eyes

What I want & what I like…  

I forgot to keep those in mind

Day and night,

the colorful life of the net world

& there life of hardship stir in me

My eyes and mind do not accept

anything in these net life.

Sometimes the mind thinks

about itself… 

Then it wants to get lost

in empty horizon

I want to look into two eyes

full of pure & absolute affection 

It to be said…