With the gushing of winds and swirling of thoughts
Every moment a tide emerges in my heart
thinking of the agony,flies a kite called desire
still seeking an answer for those untied naughts
Colors of rainbows all dispersed
broken glass pieces bleed
Ignorant of the fate of the Caravan
I Wonder where these paths would lead!
Falling waves are no longer romantic
chirping birds melody, no longer sweet
Rainbows darkened with a mourning abut
Adduced tears saying the story of every street.
