Even in dreams the enemies are danger
I like the language of extreme silence!
Experiences are my God and the master
I observe trees and plants with surprise!
When leaves are green birds are there
When trees are dried birds fly away!
When money is there people are there
When purses are empty people go away!
How can I write poetry with my tears?
I need a pen ink and paper to write!
I like to watch sun moon and the stars
How can I say my friends are waste?
Wisdom of mine is the power of growth
The books which I have are my wealth!
This earth may be so proud of my birth
Only the real writers know my worth!