Marbles and others

Sigh
I live with different types of sigh.
Every day I walk out with them, and come back
They keep company like my shadow
When at night my sleep breaks
A hot sigh burns me. In the morning
A cunning sigh unknowingly reaches into my pocket, noon’s
Fool sigh gets language in the evening’s park

At night when I return to the room, the sigh
Follows me like a detective
                Knocks at the door

Marbles
In my childhood, I would play with marbles, and would spend
the whole day playing and roaming with marble-friends.
At night marbles would become butterflies; I would
move behind them miles leaving fields and corns…

The marbles, which thrown out from my hand, would roll up
into the holes. Playing like that in childhood, I never
thought that once I have to be gone through the
same fate. Then I will be
.                Rolling up
              Rolling up
.                And fall into the hole, deep
.              inside the earth.

Men have no right to play with marbles, rather marbles have right to play with men.

Felanee’s Wing
A pair of broken wings is hanging in the borders barbed wire
Is it a shot bird lonely hanging with flapping wings
Or someone who wrongly entered into the jungle
And suddenly attacked by hungry beast!
.                                      Such a colorful cloth
That hanging on the space’s body like the shinning sun.

History of the division is written by men;
We learn how to divide one earth
The same soil and air, but barbed wires are in the middle
Humanity sprinkled, aggrieved cry—
Felanee’s deep red condensed blood fall in drops tip tip
Felanee’s deep red condensed blood fall in drops tip tip
Felanee’s deep red condensed blood fall in drops tip tip
Cruel bullets crash her greenery early youth.

Nevertheless, when she was hanging on that barbed wire
Her classmate may have been waiting outside the house
The Mother may have sat in the yard to watch her dear like restlessness
Washed a red belt to knot it in her hair, and father
Will never see her again at the time of leaving house.

Felanee has now become a bird
See, how her wings are flying in the air
Felanee is now a bird, flying from space to space
Far away from the barbed wires of hate and division
                           Felanee has spread her wings.

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