DIRECTIONLESS PEOPLES
Peoples look repenting and tiered by worshipping the material,
They look shameful by the direction less pacing in the science.
The factories of bombs are running for security and under their shadows the peoples look frightened.
No one is with other, all live separately , they are like the scattered beads of an ornament (mala ).
Without feelings peoples look like machine or as the thrown
Glass of wine.
I doubt on their respirring, they seem paying condolence on the death of themselves.
Where live the smiling and singing peoples?
Here the peoples make faces by hundreds of methods.
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WORLD
THE EYES HAVE BECOME THE SKY OF A DESERT;
ALWAYS THESE ARE BURNING.
ANY CLOUD DOES NOT SEEN,
STORMS ONLY MOVE WITH DUST.
HERE AND THERE THORNY BUSHES HAVE GROWN,
SOME WHERE HAVE SITTED VULTURES SPREADING THEIR WINGS.
SOME WHERE AT SOME PLACE THERE MAY BE FLOWING FRESH WATER.
BUT HERE,THE ILLUSION OF WATER MAKES
ALWAYS TO RUN.
THE ENVIRONMENT IS SAME U MAY COVER ANY DISTANCE;
THE LAND GOES ON SINKING STEP BY STEP.
THE REMAINING BLOOD WANTS TO COME OUT,
THIRST GOES ON INCREASING MOMENT TO MOMENT.
BELIEFS BURST AS LIGHTINING ON THE HEAD,
HOPES GOES ON CREATING ILLUSIONS.
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WORLDY FACT
Until the man will live on this earth
In the history of man
The Gandhies will be shooted , and
The christs will be hanged on the cross .
In the front of accounts, the feelings
Will go on dying.
For the selfishness, woods of love
Will go on burning.
The masks of love will go on hiding
The ugly faces.
All live for themselves, the relations
Are only the illusions.
Poems, stories, novels and philosophies
All are only shows.
For himself, each person will go on
Creating some special tactics.