Oh; Dear love, would you live long?
You have once raged ablaze and left me bare...

He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...

Oh, my love, partially burns like the sun
O'er queries of doubtfulness trust...

In dark dark fumes of flames
In dark caves of no promises...

For hours,days,nights and weeks have passed
In this dark world wild i am a lone wanderer...

It's no often that i go blind.
It's less the time i find myself crying...

Had it not been mobbed by misery.
Not as i hurtle i'd loath the hurling...

In this country, we cover not the craniums
of our women...

As a cloud that wanders and floats over
Seas and hills...

Shrill, the silent cry of an unborn baby.
She squawks with a squeal cry...

She is an avalanche deluge that emerge
In vexation,eargerness and in keenness...

Do they deserve names?
Do they even care...