Journey From The Self To The Self

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

You've Come To Know The Fortunate And The Inauspicious Stars, But You Don't Know Whether You Yourself Are Fortunate Or Lucky.

I Made An Oath To Myself: As Long As I Live As Long As My Soul Remains In This Body I Won't Deviate From The Right Way But Later I Looked To My Left And Then To My Right And I Saw Our Beloved Everywhere How Could I Make A Wrong Turn?

I Smile Like A Flower Not Only With My Lips But With My Whole Being.

The Radiant One In Me Has Never Said A Word.