Every night a star touches my eyelash, The Moon comes out of my eyebrows, Having knocked at the door of my soul The sorrowful night becomes a guest of my eyes, where there is love. Every night, I cannot ignore[…]

It is understandable To accept a bribe and to give it In business or social life. However, People kill me with a blunt knife – They give and take bribes To go to Mecca For purification. Horned pilgrimage.

I always look for shadow Everything is obscure though The sky sleeps in my eyes, The Moon is slice and slice. I’ll find the right shadow In the doomsday meadow – When everything fades, Will be seen God’s shade.