Saturday, March 29, 2008


For whom will I write my verse
I an idiot poet
Write lines alone
Spoil pristine papers and sky blue ink
I an idiot poet

I dream of building abode of dream
I don’t know dreams have their own awakening
They wouldn’t listen to me
Nobody listens to me

The road I walk on
Runs away at my arrival
Clouds disappear
Winds shiver
Fishes under water laugh

I want to build houses for fishes
I want to decorate the wind
with the scent of wild jasmine
I want to sing lullabies to the cloud

I don’t know they have their own awakening
They wouldn't listen to me

I an idiot poet.

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