Alone

Increasing age-decreasing eyesight,

Being pale and dirty under the cover of discoloration,

At one time, the appearance was full of beauty.

As I get older, let me know,
The rest of the limbs are up and down,
At the same time, the brain is no longer working.
So even though he has done thousands of wrongdoings,

but has no shame today,
Say the body is not the same as before,
So don't worry- if there is no partner, go alone,
Only in the corner of the mind still flows
The south wind is the same as before,
No one understands that the mind is colorful
So spend the night alone without friends.

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Human Life

The falling light of the last afternoon spread

As is the end of a beautiful day,
But it is not easy to understand what happened or did not happen,
Only the last good is like the proverbial sentence of the one who is all good,
From the volume of our human mind

Impressions are gained in a fluid, global, diffused way.

Like the proverb above, so are we
When death passes from childhood to adolescence,
Then the account of the debts of the whole life
I can't go to meet, I can't meet,
I just wander through the lines of vague memories,
Ever find there a lot of pain-
Unbearable memories of suffering and sorrow,

Gets more moments of extreme caress in the mix of love,
This is how time passes before time understands anything,
Infinite is scattered in the depths of an eternity,
With the time spent with the colorful lanterns of this world
This is the last of our shortest lives.

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Mind

The mind is an infinite object,

He has no boundaries,

As much as he wants, he doesn't mean any constraint.

Like a black hole-
The mind also has an abyss of invisible depth,
Swallow to do whatever he wants to see.
He can't wipe everything out,
The rest is something like-
In the deepest corner of the mind, Roy falls again.

The mind is a two-way object,
He is not tired of anything.
But in the matter of getting it or not getting it,
Mimics the voice is an autopsy.

He is silent at work,
He is good at making loud noises.
The difference between matching with real autopsy,
His thinking position is very bitter.

Make the mind like a violin tune-
There is a stream of sad melodies playing,
As far as I want to forget the past go ahead-
In the current context,
The mind is so caught up in the chains of invisibility that it pulls back,
And the memory of the past goes to me through ্grabbing memories.

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Vision

The vision of the two eyes is,

Only he who has no light understands,

What is the need for this momentary life?

Blind man,
His life is like darkness,
In his lifetime he sees what death looks like.
In the path of the other than in the naked eye,
He does not know the form of love,
In the dark he just wanders-
Not getting the desired love.

Who has no vision,
He is immobile,
Say friend and close ball are all white sticks.
Even if no one understands him,
The rod is deep in his heart,
This is how the long clockwise clock goes.

Like us in this society-
People with healthy bodies,
They do not see anything.
He gives iniquity to the unjust,
Mete has various tricks all the time.
The blind are bigger than the blind,
Their heart did not have the eye of knowledge to understand and see,
Just looking at the real blind is ridiculous,
Self-deprecating
Spreading branches,
Everyone else is busy doing crazy.

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You And Your Heart

I am a lonely, speechless boatman.

And the rhythm of the waves of the thousand words-
You are a colorful boat carrying sails.
My time is spent fading away in a partisan dress-
But you're always in the mood,
This loser becomes loveless in love

The busy man is not in your scene.

You have hundreds of fantasies in me.
Sometimes I become lean.
Yet you run to get more love-
Behind the mirage of hope,
Sometimes the heart hurts so-
Like your hard stone wall-
My heart is pounding.

Even after so much suffering, pain and humiliation.
My mind just runs away-
Repeatedly in the heart of your ruthless ruler.
He keeps even the weakest hope alive,
No matter how much you hate
You will be mine one day.

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Death And Thought Of Death

Death and thought of death,

Why does that drive me all the time?
But why doesn't he understand,
Nothing to give him,

Because my mind is burdened with sadness.

You or I who are in this world,
Pushing away the thought of death,
I laugh and joke all the time.
This is us shouting again-
Brushing our surroundings,
As if the thought of death is my only job-
And that's why I'm spending my busy time with it.

Sometimes in this tiny heart,
Just a small question gives a peek,
Not really death-
The struggle to survive in this short range of life is great.
With that in mind, when I couldn't get to the edge of anything,
Immediately one of the formless thinkers, the superman,
Hitting my drowsy moment hard, he said,
O wretched atheist, think of death.

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Want To Be Exceptional

I am a small man in a crowd of many people,

I wanted to be an exception in everything.
But in this forgotten world-
Forget this little heart,
The sins to satisfy lust-anger-lust is average,

This is my strength beyond me.

It was like a mad horse.
He can't even pull the reins.
Hundreds of bans fail,
To try in vain to suppress this.
He takes care of the sins like a cherished child.
That's how the sin became Oscars.
Like the blade of a sharp knife.

So now in my heart I feel restless all the time,
He runs like a naughty boy full of mischief.
And the thunder signal in the eyes of the vulture-
Look around and walk around,
There is nothing to do after all this-
So whatever you do in vain is just breathless.

Finally seeing everything-
I give everything to the sins full of ink,
And that's when I became the winner,
Touch what has become of gold,
Either failed.

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