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HEAVEN ON THE EARTH

Martyr soldiers have landed on the earth.

I am seeing their abode in fully blossomed flowers of magnolias.

Magnolias are exclusive synonyms of the heaven on the earth

And these soldiers knew it very well beforehands.

This perpetual phenomenon of heaven

Can be perceived through all the senses

In the form of persistent and unwavering truth

A lotus in the swamp of lies.

Look carefully at the homes

who have lost their pure hearted kids,

Or who have lost their head of the families,

We get to know

How densely magnolias blossom there

Spreading the beam of happiness,

Reaching amazingly on high branches

Blossoming even on short trees.

Magnolias don't like to blossom wholeheartedly,

Nor spread the light, bliss and vitality

Particularly in front of those homes

Obsessed with impure, selfish, wicked silhouettes.

So they drop their petals gradually

Felicitating those

Who created and laid

The foundation for martyrdom.

WOE- 1

On the carpet of water

Dark blue woe was spread on

In the shape of beautiful arabesque,

Water was gently touched

By the delicate and bottomless breeze,

And …..the breeze is pregnant now.

WOE-2

The woe came closer to me intimately

Embraced me in a way

As if I have no close-bosom friend in my life.

Caressed me gently

As I am a cocky awn fluff of giant angora

It fed me the bread of guiltless love.

My life sap was flowing from the maple tree

By gathering it somehow,

With full sincerity and power,

I transformed it into Kinetic energy

The halo of gratitude to the world of this energy

Is now my eternal subtle, body.

Maple syrup is the blood of my language.

In my hands lies

Unbelievably suppler and softer touch of fine silk,

That touches injury as a turmeric ointment.

Of course.….

My love is far more faithful

Than a dog’s loyalty.

From the bottom of my heart,

Thank you my dear woe….

Oh the breaker of monotonous life!