Twelve, I was,
When I owed her,
A pearl of a human origin,
Two spent in glee,
Then, an irresistible gleam,
Of well-estimated sun,
Sprouts in me,
Giving me a hope,
However, I looked right and left,
Numerous thorns surrounded me,
Miserably, I sat distressed,
That pearl came and said:
"Go, fulfill, do what's there",
"Waiting for you!!"
"Struggling, troubles and sufferings",
I said,
"What if?!!" was the reply,
Mountains turn tiny,
Before furnished wills!!
Yield not, before time's isolation,
So, under knowledge's wings and warm shadow,
I was enrolled,
So were my hopes and flying wishes,
Four of mournings, sighs, and eating the darkness rocks,
Caring for my would-be plants,
Morning comes glowing,
Saying: -you are the blossom of the rose-
After night comes the day,
Eradicating the waiting's wrinkles,
Relieving the wounds of the soul,
Yet, a sparkling of a steady ship,
Handed a wealthy hand,
Hand of everlasting cheerful joy,
Three-in-one, I was,
Wishing to kiss her wooly hand,
And to crease the long days,
To rake over the limitless sorrows,
Of the crawl seconds,
Awaiting the bride groom,
Of my soul….
Babbling my soul's solace,
Divine and sublime,
When my pains, pains of the inner,
Were crowned, I embraced her,
In the twelve October,
And three from nest to another,
Nests of towering knowledge,
Fully full of bodily torture,
Spent in glee, suffering,
And from the north, it comes-
The towering of all,
The beginning of the end,
Of the sufferings, sufferings,
Of mine, theirs, my soul's and ours-
All assured me; "It's yours",
Yet, I have doubts of truth,
Human fears of awkwardness,
Of the uncertainty of the golden,
Past, though,
The seagull in me hopes,
"Seagulls longing for seagulls",
To remove, the accompanied,
Oppression, suppression,
Of all,
"Wait!!" was of assuring voice,
"Waiting eats heart out!!"
A pardoned voice in me said,
"Fulfilled, it will be, by,
Who heightens the skies without,
Pillars……!!!!!!"