Poems from yoosafak
My cattle had gone grazing
on the pasture of distant colours.
When will they return to bless me
with their milky grace,
unawares of their...
This is where I live in
my land on thorns
heart on wheelbarrows.
Ruining one's heart is nothing
but a life, of love and what not.
no, don't...
Dawn is up
Running to noon
And noon
Catching the twilight
Shouldering moonlight
Slowly smiling at midnight
That wavers with smoky clouds...
Hey,
I turned back on tiptoe
No one there!
Except a man
Lying on the street-dead.
I walk past in haste
To the errand not to waste.
Shhh!...
Your silence is loud
when you hide in mask
You are not aloof
Though in small den like abode
Where a pillow, bedsheet and a cup
Converse...