Not you afraid of war planes-
Hovering on your head?
A poor ostrich will do-
Except hiding it’s small head in sand heep?!
Am horrified – not by war planes-
By sweet memories!
Don’t laugh friend – Really, I am afraid of
Roll in Blanket – But, still they
Raise through brain – just like
Flames out of gasoline drum!
My – self out
Found my self on misty winter chill!
Glows on the face of moon-
Your smile spreads and Drenches me with moon light
Like a Jumping, rabbit in bushes
I run in innocent joy!
At the birth of
New day, Horizon reflects my sleepless eyes!
Stretch my eyes thought the day
A piece of paper with two words!
Disappointed day hangs on the branch of dusk
Disgust, I pull-myself in Blanket!
The ghost of hope, starts hovering on head!
Again story repeats…