POEM
Deserted land is similar to my love.
Sad image of drought is there.
Shadow is here.
Only memory of bitter ness is lied.
The darkness covers often.
Then I enter in the literary world to forget past.
Shadow image is there.
I forget everything.
The light is in true love but that is missing.
False following is counted my life.
The true light in love is lost and truth is hidden.
