Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...

Life is not easy
for easiness is like seeping...

A tear has an existence of its own—
salted from deep seas...

There is just personal death
and collective continuum...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

There is someone out there
who reads all my poems...

I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...

I have always wondered
what that kid with profound shine in his eyes...

The knight
armoured all in white...

Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...

The loneliest tree
in the citrus garden is...