MY NAME IS

A way of life became a thin bridge,

I couldn’t pass it without fail.

I have raised only absence,

But I never took your heart up.

To come the fate’s bows,

Aimed only me among others

Oh, my dear, it has no tongue,

Of my heart which believes you.

You are asking my name again, again,

As If I am dreaming at night.

Say, why as a snow of hundred years back,

You are looking down now.

I don’t want to reach you a blemish,

I don’t want to reach you a victim.

Listen,

If you want to know,

My name is a beautiful patience

My name is a beautiful distress.