A short poem

Moon is broken like pennant of a widow, 

Every star friendless sunk into thoughts, 

Very tired laying restless on the pillow-

Clouds of grief stay like a funeral- 

Some teeny O many heavy all endless-

On music of hiccups the heart weeps-

Stuck into swallowing deeps- 

I've not resting place-ravaged-

No loyalty or security just am a savage, 

A tearful life my fate gave me-displeasure.

Go away O winds

Take your passage- 

Its my fate to put to scream my soul- 

Life came up weeping-dolorous, 

From my grief these're naught 

The flowers, they're the wounds- 

My shadow itself split from me- 

I' m lonely in festival of griefs-

Thus! mine life is 

A gray falling leaf-