Recognition1 min 106 1 min 106
Among the scattered mind
Only blackened walls...
But love remained a veil between the bursting bubbles
When I cried that day,
My mother cried too
And the father with the flower of love.
When they cry today no one is with them.
The only shadow left.
A verdict for me that time has taken.
It was a flood-ravaged spring
Asked but not given the reward of the past...
Replaced by my parents,
Only heavy crevices between the eyelids
Eyes darkened with age
Swollen checks with love
In the colorless cotton
I could not even touch it
Instead, I lit the torch in my heart
When time turns around.
The seeds I sound are repeated
That generation is making fun of me...!