Myths derived the death rattling moments…
Previously were woven by tremble hand…
They were related through dark abysmal period
Two dead men sang its tune…
Myths as if desert covered with mirage
And remaining of shooting star glimpses there…
Throwing its light, I see my way
It has crossing point with the shadow of a loaf of bread…
There you had glanced to me behind your muddy furnace…
The column of thick smoke hinders our sight not to see.
Vainly you wait me beyond the veil of the smoke…
Hopelessly moment and the meting occasion is just delusion.
And two lovers were aimless losing their comfort…
Myths as if the sharpened knives they are…
They were covered with wrecked people blood…
Many times were unsheathed on the tyrannies faces…
Many times ago since the tyrannies oppressed people…
The say it is the revealing of the sky…
If people listen to prophets,
No catastrophic ordeal sends its loud laughters …
And the shabby odious myth rarely could be related…
Centuries after centuries passed carried the bitter poison…
Its bitter echo sparkles as if fierce furious fire…
Can this intolerance passion stop by cool hand touch?
Can this rely on an old myth and an icy phantom yearning stop?
A wizard woman pushed on sand heap her last hopeful question.
Desirous eyes tempt themselves straying to the sky.
They looked about any hopeful way…
It was rite of prayer and supplication
A prayer purges chastely the God face…
And the lips were advocated willingly to thy Creator…