When he broke up
Tears accompanied
Looking forward to
many dreams Faded
Life is left as the waste paper
How many anxiety nights have deprived outof sleep
Midas touch standing in front of the sill
The pain of being left like a sour grapefruit
Unless the future stands as a remainder
Suffering from not being able to ride the winning horse
The context of increasing age
The rest of the loneliness in the damaged room
No one can be greet him with love
If all dreams are fading as rainbow
The future remains questionable.
Suddenly
Twenty-five years later
Good-fortune knocking on the door
You won, you got the job
Give your seller a new sari as a gift

Tears well up in dry eyes
Happiness is like a surging wave
dancing with twinkling stars
Looking for an invisible mom
To share this joy.