Last night, i saw a poem lay down beside the dustbin.
Lay down beside a dog, wast product, beside the used napkine.
The poem don't know his identity.
Who is his creator?... more »
When i reach at the landmark.
I see on my back.
Everybody take love from me.
I want to walk on this road again.... more »
Let their be light.
How much light reach here?
Don't ask it.
God is busy now, with his dream.... more »