Poem by Bur Han

February 2021

SAME BREATHS
 
 
  Oh day! I'm tired of you
  Same the sunrise from hills
  And boil wounds to highs
  Where you rest at night
  I will change that nation.
 
  A year is just a day
  The blood lacks vitality
  Else, the ears are bored
  And eyes fell down daily.
 
  Songs, I listen many
  Several lines I remember
  With same melody I murmur
  Cause the felling of words.
 
  By my side, death laughs
  "Million streets I changed
  Billions are my homes
  I lament, I serve
  Still, I'm a knight."
 
  Ordeal, hate or love, what?
  I'm lost in heart's pother.
 
  Mutely moon appears always
  Never brings tidings along
  How the day will converse
  At least I can slumber long.
 
 

Time's soul is busy in ruining
  My soul revolves around!!!
 
 
  © Bur Han