Someone living inside

And a golden evening of winter

in a corner of my innocent heart

i feel warmth and a silence urge

that arouse many beautiful desire

I close my eyes and ask to him

Why are you so restless today?

What bring so much joy in you?

Is there anything you want to say?

Then he become more restless

flashes many moments in inward eye

Every Moment was about you and me

how you came to live in my nights

your every words is like a touch

your smile became ray of charm

If you still believe you are so far

Come and just once look into my heart.

wage of toil

Wage of toil (Poem)

In dim moon light a vague shadow

A fleshly screen unlike human being

With head between his dirty knees

Face wrinkled with patches of blood

Looking at his dirty rough palm

A coin wage of his toil after the day

Too small yet all for him, all he got

Toil gave him just the cursed appetite

Was paid to mock him, a cruel satire

Then he takes a breath of peace, agony

And laughs on his fate, a common fate

Echoes all over, a bitter nonsense laugh

The glory of creation and hard work

Faded into agony of that laugh,

In abysmal night that dominates his life

A abysmal night that is truth of his life