Will the Globe Change? by ?
Each and every word
Through out this writing
Smells sadness
Sad as the red sunset of an autumn day
Sad as my depressing silence
Sad as the silent steps of the rain
When it pours on gloomy streets of our destiny
Maybe, there is a reason for the red sunset
And the silent rain might have a motive
But I find nothing for my teardrops
On far sight
On the curve of a farm fences
On the other end of roads of loneliness
I have reached my end
I have reached the end of life
I have reached the end of empty beliefs
I have reached the end of useless laughter
And the end of the end
I, who would never replace a gentle breeze with the entire world,
I, who would never sell a sweet smile for the entire earth,
Am now blowing like a storm
Laughing a dreadful laughter
My whimper is a dreadful silence
And my silence’s a soul-burning whimper
I’ll go
I should go
Maybe, one day, this unkind turning globe will change
But on that day, if I am still alive,
You won’t find a trace of mine
Except a parched shadow on a wall
