Our Enemies Did Not Cross Our Borders

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'

What We Feel Is Beyond Words. We Should Be Ashamed Of Our Poems.

Life Doesn't Stop After Losing Someone, But It Goes On Without Them Differently.

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love