Harsh time ridicule

A dove once built its home under the scorching sun,

A dream to cry in a world of misery and hopes undone.

Albeit the sun shimmering bright and high,

The dove finally gets a chance to take a sigh...

Like a sudden ecstasy of rain in dust.

He breathes in fright with his love in rust...

“I don’t want to lose again! That life I can’t choose again!”

Her astonishing words of seduction yet feel soothing as illusion

But comes back shockingly being haunting tears,

Ah! Why is this fragile promise again?

The little dove shivers- tip tip … tip tip!

Never ending desires o heart- shame thousands shame!

Chronicles of the unstoppable announcement of time watch

As the horse never been fatigued of rolling through the historic chain

And a dizzy mind full of unattainable dreams!

Why these flows of time never linger despite my anecdotic emotions?

Within my appease of getting nothing but crushed,

I keep searching the right course of life in the horizon like a blind sailor!

Alas! Is this the dead end of the sky?

While your earth choked me again-

I found breathing space under the wings of beloved mother,

And I recognized the portal of her blind spite in harsh time ridicule-

Just after recognizing the existence of myself!