The Race

Death is the ultimate destination 

Life is the path towards it 

Birth is the starting point of this race 

Run, run , run till the final whistle hear. 

Snake Hole

classical love paintings 

As a gamble loser, 

Disordered heart, beats now. 

Skin, I feel now tortured and appear, 

As a snake biting blue. 

Oh, I forgot the nature's law 

'' Putting our hands into a snake hole'', 

Death is almost sure. 

Love, sometimes really 

is a venomous snake hole. 

Be Happy

I want a happy life ,

Till my death .

So I think every night 

As my death 

And every morning 

As my rebirth

MY HEART

My heart is a structure  of
Trillions of tiny doors
But I closed all
Except my favorite
That opens to a world of
Happiness and optimism