On the cash you say
"In God we trust" though the cash...

Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...

These shoddy people
they all are nothing but ears...

O merciful God
please forgive them for killing me...

Carousels
in the carnival of your eyes...

Life ends where it begins.
Perfection is a zero in motion...

Who he lights the lamp of your smiles
occasionally...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the spirits...

All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...

Those who've tried so hard
to sweep him away by brooms...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...