Poetry

Poetry is still alive

 Shihab Arfan

Yet I am still alive. How many dreams I weaved in these two tear-soaked eyes.

I surrendered my troubled soul in countless poems

Who will understand the cry of this silence?  Still, I am alive, not over. 

 

Life changes color every moment

Who will understand this curious soul in the darkness of despair?

Still alive is not over.

 My hairy, heartbreaking state

Continue swinging around

 I am not a complex substance.That will last forever

 No one will understand the pain of this emptiness?

Still I am alive,is not over

 

I have not run out of sleepless nights, months and years

 However, no calculation page was found

 Who will understand the cruel suppressed cry?

 Still alive is not over.

 It was about crossing the wide ring of the horizon

 I will pick up the swaying cock of Osprey

 When the twilight lagna has passed

 Both hands came back empty

How do I understand this imperfection?

 Still alive is not over.